Well... I gave up on Beyonce.

Well... I gave up on Beyonce.  I let her out of my room.

I've seen her and I've cleaned her litter box and replenished her food and water so I know she's alive, using the bathroom, eating, and drinking.  Even though she was loose in my room she was still crying a lot.  I have been woken up almost every night at some crazy hour by her crying at my door.

I have a pretty large gap under my bedroom door.  A kitten could probably squeeze under there, but she can't.  So I woke up this morning to her crying, lying on her side, with all of her legs sticking out of my room.  I got up to open the door to see what's out there and of course she ran away.  But Balthazar was there on the other side, crouched down, just being close to where she was.  *SIGH*

Those two were snuggle buddies.  Almost every time I've seen Beyonce out she was snuggling with him.  And it was pathetically obvious this morning that they missed each other.  And I just felt terrible so I let her go.  She was never going to bond with me with the others so close.  She knew they were out there and that is who she wanted and I was just the evil thing keeping her from them.

So.  Maybe I'm not so great.  Or maybe that was the right thing to do.  I am still not sure.  But since everyone's happiness counts in my house - I don't regret it.  Not yet, anyway.  Looks like we just live with a wild cat.