I cannot live without him, and, yet, every day I wonder if I am doing wrong by him. He has a safe place here with me. He has the food he likes, all the salad he wants, baked chicken and beef for treats. He can go anywhere, sleep anywhere.
Since my last freak-out regarding the heating bill, and later that day feeling how cold his fur was, I turned the heat up and I do not give a rat's fanny what the bill is, my sweet baby should not have to burrow under the blankets just to stay warm. So, that is better.
But, I rarely play with him. Several times a day he comes to wherever I am, working at the computer, or escaping into sleep on the sofa. He gets lots of petting and cuddles, but I know that he wants more activity than he can get from the toys I have scattered around.
Maybe he would be better, happier somewhere else. I know that he would miss me for a while, but he should have a family, or at least a person, who will engage in activity with him. I do not have the energy to do more than my volunteer gigs, look for work, cook and sleep.
He deserves better.