Kitty

[Muck]

I've ended up with all three cats of my ex wife's cats because she decided she couldn't take care of them anymore and was going to have them put to sleep.

I didn't really want the responsibility of them when we got divorced but the idea of killing them because I didn't want them anymore is just abhorrant to me.

Yes I'm attached to the monsters as well and letting the ex keep them initially in the divorce was actually easier for me because that way I'd never have to see them die.





As for others and pets, I've seen my father cry twice in my adult life....

When he found out I had cancer and when the dog died.

 

[txbuckeye1983]

When my maternal grandmother passed away, I couldn't cry about it. She had suffered from dementia and alzheimers and hadn't been herself in many years. I was relieved that was finally out of her misery.

When our cat, Simba, died in April 2007, it hurt. He was a gift to Trisha and Ali when we got our first house. He was a pure bred F4 Bengal. 13lbs of muscle and capable of leaping to the top of a door or the kitchen cabinets with ease. He took baths with the girls and loved getting in the shower. He would play in the tub with the girls by playing catch with a golf ball on the bottom of the tub.

Losing him hurt more than losing my grandmother.

I had the same experience with my grandfather. He was in and out of the hospital with complications from Parkinson's for three or four years. When he passed our entire family felt much relief that he was not suffering anymore. His passing was not easy to deal with, losing a close relative is always tough, but he is in a better place now.

Watching my cat get sick and shrink into nothing was the saddest thing I have ever seen. I was a young kid, ten at the time. That cat had been around since long before I was born. My parents broke the news to me at school, and I openly wept. I had lost a family member and one of my best friends.

You form an attachment to anything if you are around it that often. There is just something unexplainable about the love you have for your pets. Yeah, they may shit on your floor every now and then, but their innocence and unconditional love can be a wonderful thing.

 

[OCBuckWife]

Classic "dog person" vs "cat person" conversation starting up here.

DOG DIARY




8:00 am - Dog food! My favorite thing!

9:30 am - A car ride! My favorite thing!

9:40 am - A walk in the park! My favorite thing!

10:30 am - Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing!

12:00 PM - Lunch! My favorite thing!

1:00 PM - Played in the yard! My favorite thing!

3:00 PM - Wagged my tail! My favorite thing!

5:00 PM - Milk bones! My favorite thing!

7:00 PM - Got to play ball! My favorite thing!


8:00 PM - Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing!

11:00 PM - Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!



CAT DIARY

Day 983 of my captivity. My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets.




Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength. The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape.




In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet.




Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates what I am capable of.




However, they merely made condescending comments about what a 'good little hunter' I am.




Bastards! There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of 'allergies.

I must learn what this means, and how to use it to my advantage.




Today I was almost successful in an around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow -- but at the top of the stairs. I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released -- and seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded.

I laughed so hard when I read this because my inside cat is just like this. I will definitely miss him when he goes.

 

[Thump]

Wahh, my cat died, wahh.

 

[BuckNutty]

Wahh, my cat died, wahh.

Pussy

 

[shetuck]

Pussy

link?

 

[BrutusMaximus]

Wahh, my cat died, wahh.

Heatless Prick........ :tongue2:

 

[Thump]

Heatless Prick........ :tongue2:

I've also been known as "heartless" as well as "heatless."

 

[BuckNutty]

link?

Just some info I've received in PMs.

 

[Gatorubet]

 

[BrutusMaximus]

I've also been known as "heartless" as well as "heatless."

 

[craigblitz]

Yes there is something wrong with that.

And all the crazy ass PETA people. Lets take care of the human race before we devote all that energy to a pet.

Bash away

Best way to deal with losing a cat is to go out and get some new Pussy to take your mind of the old one. Trust me, this is a time tested treatment.