Welcome to another edition of my blog where I whine and snivel about my life and job.
Well not really about my job for a change. Today I had to do one of the hardest things I have done in a long time. Today I had to take the cat I rescued last December back to the local rescue organization. This poor creature was abused by its original owners and then abandoned outside, after they had the cat neutered and declawed. Somehow it managed to fend for itself for a few weeks and was picked up by animal control and the rescue organization took custody of the animal. I saw this sweet cat at Petco and finally went on a weekend for the adoption process. The 9 months the cat lived in my home it only managed to make it 3 weeks continuous where it used the litter boxes to urinate. I had it checked out no diabetes or urinary tract infection to explain the behavior, tried multiple litter boxes in different locations, changing litter brands and types, different behavior modification programs, and nothing worked. I gave the creature 7 days reprieve last Sunday and it managed to use the litter boxes all week. This morning while setting up the new home computer this beastie squatted on top of the a/c vent and started to urinate. I yelled and she stopped. I then checked all the other vents and found evidence of urination in them as well. No wonder the fucking house smells like cat piss. After cleaning all the vents and openings in bleach and then vinegar it crated up the cat and took it back to the local Petco where the rescue organization was doing their normal weekend adoptions. I brought the cat to the woman I originally adopted her from and explained everything just as I have here to you poor soles who are bothering to read this. You would think I was a Nazi prison guard at a concentration camp the way the people from the rescue organization treated me when I came there to "surrender" the pet I adopted 9 months previous. I printed out the online surrender form and had it filled out along with the animal's complete shot and health records. I had to spend a better part of an hour calling different members of the rescue organization going up through the chain of command to get authorization for them to accept the animal. FUCK ME RUNNING!!! I gave the animal a good home and tried my best. When I adopted the cat I was a hero and now I was a low life scum of the earth. I know an animal is a life time commitment and have always honored that with my previous pets. This cat was the sole exception. I could have just carried the cat behind the house and capped it with my 9mm and the whole ordeal would have been over in about 2 minutes. I was tempted to say this to the people at the rescue organization but kept my mouth shut and kept my cool no matter how shitty they made me feel. Fuck some days I just don't pay to try and do the right thing.
Well not really about my job for a change. Today I had to do one of the hardest things I have done in a long time. Today I had to take the cat I rescued last December back to the local rescue organization. This poor creature was abused by its original owners and then abandoned outside, after they had the cat neutered and declawed. Somehow it managed to fend for itself for a few weeks and was picked up by animal control and the rescue organization took custody of the animal. I saw this sweet cat at Petco and finally went on a weekend for the adoption process. The 9 months the cat lived in my home it only managed to make it 3 weeks continuous where it used the litter boxes to urinate. I had it checked out no diabetes or urinary tract infection to explain the behavior, tried multiple litter boxes in different locations, changing litter brands and types, different behavior modification programs, and nothing worked. I gave the creature 7 days reprieve last Sunday and it managed to use the litter boxes all week. This morning while setting up the new home computer this beastie squatted on top of the a/c vent and started to urinate. I yelled and she stopped. I then checked all the other vents and found evidence of urination in them as well. No wonder the fucking house smells like cat piss. After cleaning all the vents and openings in bleach and then vinegar it crated up the cat and took it back to the local Petco where the rescue organization was doing their normal weekend adoptions. I brought the cat to the woman I originally adopted her from and explained everything just as I have here to you poor soles who are bothering to read this. You would think I was a Nazi prison guard at a concentration camp the way the people from the rescue organization treated me when I came there to "surrender" the pet I adopted 9 months previous. I printed out the online surrender form and had it filled out along with the animal's complete shot and health records. I had to spend a better part of an hour calling different members of the rescue organization going up through the chain of command to get authorization for them to accept the animal. FUCK ME RUNNING!!! I gave the animal a good home and tried my best. When I adopted the cat I was a hero and now I was a low life scum of the earth. I know an animal is a life time commitment and have always honored that with my previous pets. This cat was the sole exception. I could have just carried the cat behind the house and capped it with my 9mm and the whole ordeal would have been over in about 2 minutes. I was tempted to say this to the people at the rescue organization but kept my mouth shut and kept my cool no matter how shitty they made me feel. Fuck some days I just don't pay to try and do the right thing.
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