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Originally Posted by nekokami
Wow. Some people really shouldn't be allowed to have cats. (Or other pets. Possibly kids, either.)
On the other hand, some people shouldn't be allowed to keep other people from having cats. I spent the day Saturday helping my brother, who was visiting from Vermont, get a kitten from a shelter here in NH, because where he lives, it's only possible to adopt cats through an organization run by a control-freak, who wants to see financial statements, a letter from one's vet, the home the cat will go to, and who knows what-all else, before allowing anyone to so much as see the poor animals waiting for homes. In order to adopt, one must agree to have animals neutered through the animal hospital of the organization's choice (which my brother loathes-- he'd rather drive an hour to a better vet). As I understand it, this organization also scours Craig's list, newspaper ads, etc. looking for people who have kittens or cats they are giving away, to make sure they get there first.
Needless to say, they're charging for this "service."
I may have mentioned having to drive out to Vermont a couple of months ago to help my brother deal with the death of his previous cat. She was 18, unable to drink or eat, and he was administering subcutaneous fluids, fixing special little snacks, and sitting up with her all night. This is not a guy anyone should worry about allowing to have a pet.
Anyway, my brother now has a very cute little female black shorthair, picked out with the help of his younger son and approved by his older son as well, and all are happy with the new arrangement (based on the sound of the purring). I hasten to point out that had the shelter not had kittens (and they nearly managed to get him to take two-- they had plenty), he was also open to adopting an older cat, including one considered "difficult." It just happened that as we walked in the front door, there was this cage, and there were these kittens... well, you know how it is. 
In any case, all I can say about poor Cici is that she probably didn't know she was supposed to be on all those medications, either, and I'm sure she thought you were doing a wonderful job taking care of her. |
I'm one of the ones who should never (ever) be allowed to have kids. But cats .... cats I'm good with.
Cici was the one I was building the special cat condo for so that she could have some time away from the other cats, but up high where she could see out the window. It had three floors and ramps to get from one floor to the next. I'll finish it anyway because eventually one of the other cats will probably need it as a retirement home of sorts.
I am still really angry at the idiot-woman. The thing is, she is swearing to me that she knew nothing about meds. However, I don't think she realizes that I read the entire medical file this morning. I know exactly what she was told and when she was told it.
I just need to stop thinking about this or I will punch a hole in the wall. And, then my hand will hurt, and that will do no one any good at all.
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Originally Posted by ShortNCuddlyAm
Oh Ricky, sorry to hear that *hugs*
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Thank you. My friends and fellow cat freaks on my email list are starting up a great thread about having a party for Cici at the Rainbow Bridge. They are having nip wine and cockroach on a stick (flambe).