My family had 4 cats when I was born, all had been found as stray kittens or literally come to the door and begged to get in (second story of an apartment building with lots of other choices of doors). We found the owner of one and they just said “keep him, we realised a while ago we shouldn’t have gotten a pet in the first place”.
Then when I was a teenager a cat came to our door just the same, during a huge storm, went directly into my room where I was sleeping and laid down basically on top of me and stayed there the whole night. I remember waking up thinking “who the fuck is this?”.
We bonded immediately and he became mine more than ours. A few weeks after that we found the family he had come from and they also just told us to keep him because they had two 3-year-olds who weren’t playing nicely with him and they saw that he had a better home with us.
He moved out with me when I got my own apartment and we were best friends till he passed about 10 years later (he was already 5 when he came to us). Haven’t gotten a pet of any kind since then, he was the best cat and friend I’ve ever had/known. Still dream about him at least once a month and it’s been 8 years since he passed.
My family had 4 cats when I was born, all had been found as stray kittens or literally come to the door and begged to get in (second story of an apartment building with lots of other choices of doors). We found the owner of one and they just said “keep him, we realised a while ago we shouldn’t have gotten a pet in the first place”.
Then when I was a teenager a cat came to our door just the same, during a huge storm, went directly into my room where I was sleeping and laid down basically on top of me and stayed there the whole night. I remember waking up thinking “who the fuck is this?”.
We bonded immediately and he became mine more than ours. A few weeks after that we found the family he had come from and they also just told us to keep him because they had two 3-year-olds who weren’t playing nicely with him and they saw that he had a better home with us.
He moved out with me when I got my own apartment and we were best friends till he passed about 10 years later (he was already 5 when he came to us). Haven’t gotten a pet of any kind since then, he was the best cat and friend I’ve ever had/known. Still dream about him at least once a month and it’s been 8 years since he passed.
Usually when someone is a bad parent, I call for them to be spayed or neutered. But how can we prevent this dipshit from ever having another pet???
I feel like that person shouldn’t be allowed to have ANY pets. You don’t just abandon animals in the street.
There needs to be a list. If you abuse or abandon animals, Andre the giant shows up and eats you.
I don’t know the logistics of how it would work, especially since Andre the Giant has been dead since 1993, but I’M STILL WORKING ON IT!!!