I didnt think I was ready either, but it was more a matter of having to be. Like you, I worried I wouldnt be able to bond with him, and that I'd best just leave it in the hands of my OH, who undoubtedly would love him, even if I couldnt.
Oh how I laugh, looking back on that now. How I could ever have thought I wouldnt feel anything for him, gawd knows. I adored him. he was a special little soul.
We lost him too, and went through exactly the same process again, and happily, I didnt take that long to bond with Moray either (though that was more from necessity as OH had a sudden panic. He decided Moray had to go back to the rescue, and we couldn't keep him. I was horrified and ended up in a battle with my OH as to whether or not he stayed put or went back, me being furious that OH had taken leave of his senses and was treating the poor little scrap like a parcel, when he'd had such a poor start in life). I sometimes think now that my OH played me more than I realised.
I think the fact bringing a cat home makes you feel happy at the thought, tells you everything your mind may not be ready torecognise as yet, but your heart already does.
Why dont you express an interest in this beautiful ginger boy and pop in to see him s often as you can over the next week if ordinary life permits? You cn get to know him a bit better.
As a 2 year old cat, he will still have a sense of fun but wont give you the runaround like a very young kitten will
Also its much harder for a cat which isnt in direct kittenhood to find a home, so you'd be doing him a real favour. As to letting him out, what's the hurry? Why not let him set his own pace if he comes home with you? (I always struggle with that one, to be honest - our two are outdoor and indoor cats, but I'd prefer to have a cat proofed garden within which they were confined - aint going to happen though, so I have to accept what I have and pray for the best outcome)
Go on - make the call. If you dont try, you'll never know.
Onem ore thing - one of the best dogs we ever had, I almost let slip through my hands. We'd been to look in the local Cat & Dog shelter and had spotted this timid but responsive shadow in a dark barn, where she was in with a pot bellied pig. We took her out in the exercise yard on a lead and she was lovely. But, because I didnt think I was ready (sensing a theme here?) we walked away. We went home, and then fretted about it for the next hour. We rang the Shelter, who said someone else had been expressing an interest in her, so we shot out in the car, and got to the shelter ten minutes before closing, where we were fortunate enough to sign the papers and arrange for her to become ours. Sure, she had issues, but nothing we couldnt resolve, and she was one of the most loving, humourous and good natured dogs I've ever had the fortune to share my life with.
Dont let an opportunity slip through your fingers.
What would you call this handsome boy if you did decide to give him a chance?