Craigslist Killer (of Dreams)

Last night we put our cat on craigslist.
Free cat, litter box, and bed. First person to call wins the lucky prize of owning Kat Von B!
We got a call from a father who just bought two kittens for his little girls for Christmas. The kittens promptly ran away. He lives like two miles from us; we're taking it as a sign that KVB is going to a better home.
I feel like a horrible mother. I am killing the dream of cat ownership for Pearson. Though at the moment, ownership emcompasses "petting" her, playing doctor with her (wherein KVB ALWAYS receives shots), and yelling at me to feed her when her food bowl is empty. However, though I may be one dream stealer, I keep emphasizing how she will be able to get a dog when she turns five and that's been our promise to her for some time now. A promise we intend to keep!
Ladies and Gentlemen, we are NOT cat people. Let's just all accept it. We adopted KVB for Pea's second birthday and since that time it's been a roller coaster of the following:
-Clawing
-Constant Meowing (seemingly only in the early morning and at bedtime for the girls).
-Peeing and pooping inside Pea's castle tent in the playroom. (So passive/aggresive: for spite I am positive).
-No cuddles, not even one.
However, to be fair to her I rephrased these attributes in her craigslist ad respectively as:
-Curious
-Friendly
-Resourceful
-Independent
So, goodbye Kat Von B. We will sort of miss you...