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Oct. 2nd, 2006
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Oct. 2nd, 2006 04:22 pmSo last night, one of the people who lives in the house two doors down, the one full of creepy RenFaire people who wear leather pants and white trenchcoats and t-shirts with Iron Crosses on the back, came over because he'd noticed that the big black cat was on our porch. He introduced himself and explained to me that the cat "used to be" theirs, but then it "knocked up" one of their other cats and ran off "and didn't pay child support," so it was now an independent cat. I hinted very strongly that, since there are raccoons and cars and other cats out here, and the weather's getting colder, it might be a good idea to reclaim the cat. He was noncommittal. For a while he was holding the cat and petting it, but then it decided to bite him on the hand and run away, which made me smile.
In the course of the conversation, talking about this and that cat they have (the tailless one isn't theirs, but they have a grey cat with a collar that's probably Microkitty's mother, and a wee skinny black cat, and then this big one, and I think another couple), he mentioned that they'd had a skinny grey cat named Tempest that they "haven't seen in a while." I said I remembered her, and he said "yeah, well, if you ever see her, our door's usually unlocked, so you can drop her in there."
Well, she's sitting about two feet away from me, and I most certainly will NOT be dropping her anywhere near you. It's your own damn fault for not getting any of your cats spayed or neutered, and for letting them run around outside day and night without feeding them properly -- yeah, it's not cute or funny that you have skinny undersized cats. It's fucking sad. For all you know, your beloved Tempest could have died a horrific and prolonged death -- starvation, torture, rabies, hypothermia, pregnancy complications, internal injuries from getting hit by a car -- and she would have died miserable and scared and alone because YOU couldn't be arsed to give her the most basic level of care. She didn't, because she's mine now, and I've got the vet bills to prove it. That's how it works, you see. The people who are willing to put money and time into their pets? They're the ones who get to keep them.
Any residual guilt I was feeling about taking a cat away from her owners is totally and completely gone now. What a prick.
In the course of the conversation, talking about this and that cat they have (the tailless one isn't theirs, but they have a grey cat with a collar that's probably Microkitty's mother, and a wee skinny black cat, and then this big one, and I think another couple), he mentioned that they'd had a skinny grey cat named Tempest that they "haven't seen in a while." I said I remembered her, and he said "yeah, well, if you ever see her, our door's usually unlocked, so you can drop her in there."
Well, she's sitting about two feet away from me, and I most certainly will NOT be dropping her anywhere near you. It's your own damn fault for not getting any of your cats spayed or neutered, and for letting them run around outside day and night without feeding them properly -- yeah, it's not cute or funny that you have skinny undersized cats. It's fucking sad. For all you know, your beloved Tempest could have died a horrific and prolonged death -- starvation, torture, rabies, hypothermia, pregnancy complications, internal injuries from getting hit by a car -- and she would have died miserable and scared and alone because YOU couldn't be arsed to give her the most basic level of care. She didn't, because she's mine now, and I've got the vet bills to prove it. That's how it works, you see. The people who are willing to put money and time into their pets? They're the ones who get to keep them.
Any residual guilt I was feeling about taking a cat away from her owners is totally and completely gone now. What a prick.