thinking about cats, and how i never did understand my sister’s approach. almost as puzzling as grandma’s in how would consider an answer to bad-potty in putting newspapers down. then you just had the mess on the papers instead of the floor.
later years i wondered if she did that to try and destroy the resale value of that house, the one where her son made her pay rent. who knows — people do strange things.
but my sister? heavens … got these two new cats, on top of the four she had. and the male one sprayed all over her house. if it was me, that cat would be gone…. out of there — see ya! but she kept it, and told guests to be careful to not leave pillows on the floor or the cat would pee on them. it boggles the mind.
one christmas i got to sleep on the couch surrounded by the odor of cat piss. and this is not at a trailer park home, this is with a swimming pool and private waterfall outback. never made any sense.
couldn’t spend 5 minutes on the phone with me, but didn’t bother her to spend her day cleaning up after cat-spray. have to love that one. what couldn’t understand, was this behavior was there when the cat was first with her. it’s not like a beloved pet you had for 10 years started to misbehave and you put up with it out of loyalty.
so i don’t get it. granted, one of the many things i don’t get. i also don’t understand the logic that spends thousands of dollars on and operation for a cat. and i love cats. just think it’s wrong. it’s wrong and self-indulgent when so many in the world are starving. an animal–a pet, gets more from you than fellow human beings. kinda stinks in my book. but there ya go.
in otherwords, next time your pet is seriously ill and the vet tells you it will be thousands of dollars — say no thanks, take that same amount and gift it to the homeless man on the corner holding a sign. donate to the local clinic that treats people with no medical or dental insurance. give it to a person outside a grocery store ….. anything! just make better use of that kind of money. to do elsewise is a disgrace. i blanched in horror at the amount my sister said she spent on one cat. got hit by a car, and even so would never be fully healed and in pain for the remainder of her days. what kind of sense?
broke a rule with this blog — no dirty laundry–no gossip. said i would. keep my word.
ps: jasmine agrees