Well I had to return the cat saturday. I got her at the local petco I shop at and I became friends with the adoption ladies (the lady let me take her home for free because I help them pack up and move the crates etc they're like 50-70 yrs old.) But almost immediately after I brought Sammy back, this woman and her friend like zero'ed in on Sammy and after telling her about the situation, she seemed set on adopting her (with a little push from her friend). I got there at 2pm, the adoptions go from 1 to 4pm. I was just thinking how if I didn't show up that day or came later this might not have happened. What a real stroke of luck... she was the only cat that got adopted that day and it happened right when I had to return her feeling terrible thinking she would have to go back to the boarding house. It's like it was fate.