I should be happy. And a part of me is. The part that knows my cat is going to a good home and she won't be in some cage somewhere waiting to be rejected by families because she's not a kitten. But the part of me who's had her since the 7th grade is sad. It's happening so fast. The family came over last night to meet her, and they're coming back tomorrow to take her away from me. I miss her already.