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I gave my cat back to the shelter.

Now everyone's upset with me.

I just couldn't provide it with a good home.

Sue me.

I, 21 female, and my fiancee 29 male, have been together for two years.

In that time, I have expressed the desire to have a kitten, but not until I have a more stable lifestyle.

By the way, this comes from user Emotional Main-2503 direct from the R-slash-O-K story time subreddit. What? And if you want to submit your own stories, go there and submit them. I'm Dakota. I'm Angie. And we're here to give good advice goofily, but we don't have all the answers.

We only know what we'd do. So tell us what you would do in the comments, silly goose.

And O.P. says, currently, I have a full-time job that keeps me out of the house for nearly 12 hours a day at the minimum due to my commute time.

And I also like to go out to bars and have drinks in my off time, which my fiance knows and supports. He knows how stressful my job is and how I need

some time to unwind. We have lived together for three months now, and he is fully aware that I am

rarely at home for a full day. He also isn't at home for a full day most of the time as well.

He works a lot just like I do, and sometimes even goes in on his off days to make sure everything

is running smoothly. I told him when we first moved in together that I wouldn't want a kitten

until I've calmed down a bit until I stop going out for drinks and maybe find a good job closer to home.

He indicated that he understood, and I thought that meant he did.

So imagine my surprise when on Christmas Day, a holiday which I told him I don't celebrate due to personal beliefs.

I woke up to find a kitten in our bathroom.

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