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| Rogue Posts: 7009/11918 |
Thanks, guys.
I've broken down a few times over this. I know most people wouldn't give this a second thought, and I'm pretty soft when it comes to animals. I've been feeling like Brian in that episode of Family Guy where he hits a stray dog with his car and then has this massive guilt trip until he realizes that nobody cares about a dog. I'm sure he's OK. At least, that's what I hope. |
| Elara Posts: 6283/9736 |
*Mega-ultra-glomp-huggles*
Sweetie, I am super sorry. I know how much doing that must have killed you. But at least he won't be put down in a shelter in three days, you can take some solace in that, however bittersweet it is. |
| True Flight Posts: 4493/5245 |
good grief. I wish I was there to console you Rogue. I'm sorry that much drama was caused by a prissy animal. Think on the bright side. The girls are going to be okay. |
| Rogue Posts: 7006/11918 |
OK. I just finished crying over this.
I feel like this is the worst thing I've ever done. Truly. As the car pulled away, I looked back to see him staring back at us. He wasn't even my cat, and I feel so utterly shitty about it. Said friend just posted on my Facebook wall to say she's sorry about the cat and that maybe she could try the cat out at her place after I've had it fixed and gotten it its shots. 
Because, you know, I could just shell out $50 for all of this right now and keep him at my house while he recovers from surgery with a cone wrapped round his neck and the girls shitting themselves hiding from him. I broke into tears and deleted her post. |
| Elara Posts: 6281/9736 |
That blows, that really blows. I am so sorry you had to go through all that, and that your friend flaked like that... so uncool.
*Huggles* |
| Rogue Posts: 7004/11918 |
Despite having plans today, Brandon and I spent it calling no-kill shelters and independent animal care centers (glorified cat ladies really) and none of them would take him.
When the friend came over to take the cat, as was agreed, she pretty much gave us "toys" for him as though we were going to keep him (which we cannot). She had us pile into our hot car with him in a piss-smelling cat carrier (we put him in it when she said she would come over, but she didn't come for a couple hours) to drive up to Koreatown to see if her boyfriend would take him (which she promised he would since this cat seemed like a good companion for male cats as we'd seen him pal around with another neighborhood cat that comes around the bug the girls). We get to her boyfriend's apartment, he ran under the bed (his cat went after him and came calmly back a couple seconds later) and suddenly the boyfriend went into this ridiculous crisis management mode and aggressively turned his bed over. His cat proceeds to hiss once when my friend went to pick him up, and with that, in under 5 minutes we get, "This just isn't going to work, guys. Get him out of her!" Here's the deal with cats. They usually don't get along at first, but they develop a strong bond over time. Since my girls have become deathly afraid of him over the years and my parents are against getting another cat, we simply couldn't take him in. My friend, who said that if her boyfriend wouldn't take him she would, suddenly goes, "You know, he's just not going to work out at my place either." She named this cat, for fuck's sake.
With my parents freaking out, and I not wanting to take him to a shelter where he would surely be killed in 3 days since no other shelters will take him, we made the executive decision of dropping him in the friend's neighborhood. She lives in a similar suburban neighborhood a couple miles away, so we figure he'll be in the same conditions as here and he'll be able to find shelter and food by the same means. We left him with a dish of cat food. Believe me. I feel REALLY shitty right now. I'm probably not going to sleep tonight. It's just... my cats are too afraid to go into their own yard and my parents have been threatening to get rid of them because they aren't doing their business in the backyard.  |
| True Flight Posts: 4487/5245 |
aaaaw it's a Tabby with a M on it's forehead and a tuxedo too. I hope your friend does take him in. You could always do the foster home thing with the cat. That's how we got pip. |
| Rogue Posts: 7002/11918 |
She took this picture of him under a table in my dad's office last night:
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| Elara Posts: 6278/9736 |
Sounds like he was already abandoned once since he seems domesticated. I hope that your friend does take him, he looks like a nice cat. |
| Rogue Posts: 6999/11918 |
He's the one in the window. My cat, Tiki, is the tease. She was in heat at the time (pic was taken about a year ago). This guy came around our house a lot during those times wanting a piece of that.
My friend came by and really wants to take him, possibly to give to her boyfriend who has a cat that's always lonely. I don't know exactly what she decided as I went back to laying down in my room while my boyfriend talked to her about taking him. And he's still here. I had decided a long time ago that should I ever catch him I would have him neutered. I thought it horribly irresponsible that someone was letting an intact male wander the neighborhood. Now we're pretty sure he doesn't belong to anyone. I told my friend that should she take him, I will pay to have him neutered. He's a nice cat. He's been in the office all night and hasn't attacked any of us. He's just really scared. I would hate for him to go to a shelter because he doesn't stand a chance of being adopted in 3 days. The no-kill shelters aren't taking any more. I honestly dislike the idea of just driving somewhere and leaving him. He'll end up in some other cat's territory and he might starve from not knowing what to eat or where to find food. That and I've always despised people who dump off animals (especially their own pets ) somewhere, thinking they'll be OK, like all of the rabbits at LBCC.
I really hope my friend or her boyfriend takes him and gives him a good home. He's been eating the food we gave him and although he meows and cries, he's responding well to being pet. |
| Phoenixocracy Posts: 2500/2746 |
Is he the black one, or the one in the door/window?
Let us know what your friend says. Either way, I would really consider getting him fixed, as Elara said. This cat has been terrorizing yours for far too long. Putting him in a kill shelter isn't the right thing to do, but I'm sure someone may take him in if you post pictures in the paper/etc. |
| Rogue Posts: 6998/11918 |
I immediately called up my friend who, when at my house a week or so ago, took a picture of him and named him Fredrick. She had commented since that she would consider adopting Fredrick if we caught him.
Before calling her, I was looking up no-kill shelters. Apparently anything in Long Beach and the surrounding areas, especially the ASPCA, kills. She's over right now looking him over. So far he hasn't attacked any of us and only cries and meows loudly out of fear. Here's the first pic I took of him a few months back, just before my cat, Tiki, was spayed:  |
| Elara Posts: 6276/9736 |
That is really tough to deal with. I mean, you could always take him to get neutered and see if that fixes the problem... but if it doesn't then you just have to catch him again. I would say take him into a no kill shelter, but I know that a lot of them are not taking animals anymore.
The one thought I do have is perhaps go get him fixed and then release him somewhere safe... like the feral cat community near the boat ramp at Cabrillo Beach or something. I know they get fed daily, despite the signs, and the cat ladies make sure the cats get any vet care they need. It isn't much of an idea, but it is a thought. |
| Rogue Posts: 6997/11918 |
So I'm laid up, sick in bed in my dark room watching a movie when one of my cats comes hurtling through my room, knocking everything over in a panic.
I'm too tired to really care about the wild hair that climbed up one of their butts, so I just try to roll over and fall asleep. Then I hear it... the yowling of a male cat. My girls, Miko and Tiki, have been constantly the target of this stray male that hangs around our house, attacking them and trying to either mate with them or simply harm them. He's been spraying the windows and occasionally entering the house through an open window and terrorizing the girls in their own home. It's gotten so bad, they HATE going outside now. They often urinate on the floor because they don't want to do it outside or in their litter boxes (which is another story... my grandmother, who's moved in with us, creates a competing smell in that bathroom. Yeah. Ew). My parents are pretty fed up with this guy, and they've charged me with capturing him so we can take him to a shelter or something. Anyway, the yowling. It was coming from our dining room. I sat up, walked by my dad's office and noticed the window was open. Figuring he probably went downstairs, I shut the window and walked around until he came running out from behind the couch, headed up the stairs, only to find his exit closed off. I walked into the office to find him crying and yowling, came in and closed the door behind me. For a moment, I'm feeling pride. I've caught this vicious brute who's mistreated my girls for so long. He cowers away from me, fearful of his life as he desperately stares out the window. My pride fades. I'm now thinking about what the shelter will do with him. Maybe he won't get chosen and will be put to death. As I sit here, typing this, he's curled up beneath the window, looking as though he's trying to nap. But his eyes betray his calm, as they stare, untrustingly, at me. I've pet him and scratched behind his ears. I just now heard the garage door open. He's heard it too and he's begun to cry again. I'll tell you all what happens next. |
