Nope, it was her I was talking to today. She was laughing like it's all a big joke to her. She would let me take it to the vet if I could scrape up the money somehow, but I really just don't have it right now in the first place. What if I spend my reserve money on her cat and Buddy gets injured or sick? And, assuming I could get the money, and still be confident that Buddy could get emergency care if it came up, like I said, my brother would kill her before letting me help. I have no idea what's wrong with him, but he threw an all out throwing things cussing fit when I tried buying the cats some food (they feed table scraps) I did manage to calm him down and make him take the food, but that was just a $5 bag of grocery store food. I'd hate to see how he'd react if I tried taking it for medical attention.
I know you can make a saline wash at home, does anyone know how, exactly? So I could teach the wife? And I'll call my vet in the morning and ask if there's some sort of catch-all antibiotic that would be safe for her to take.
I've honestly thought about taking the cat when they're not at home and giving it to a shelter, but none of the non state funded shelters will take owner surrenders, even if I told them what was going on they'd think I was lying to dump my own responsibility on them. And he lives in a bad neighborhood, shelter people don't go there. My aunt had to threaten to sue for her childs safety to get the state funded one to come collect a stray dog in her yard, and they told her never to call them again when they did finally go. And if I did get it to a shelter, and they found out it was me, I'd never get to see my niece again.
I'm trying to help the cat, I really am. The whole situation infuriates and saddens me at the same time. But it's not my cat and my brother is ill-tempered and hates animals--I'm doing what I can to help without starting family drama and possibly not getting to see my niece anymore.
Just a side note, they always say the reason they won't let it in the house or play with it is because it's mean; I sat outside with it for an hour today, and it was so desperate for attention I almost started crying. Even when I was holding it's head still to look at it's eyes and ears and check for more signs of illness, it was purring and wanting me to pet it. Ridiculous.
I'm not trying to say that my in house family are the best owners either, my mom feeds the cats grocery store grain filled foods, they get to go outside when they want, all kinds of things that would piss cat people off (and some things that piss me off too, but again, not my pets). But they get food, they get fresh water and not a mud puddle, they get to come in whenever they want and we won't let them out when it's storming, raining, too cold, or the yearly festival is going on (lots more cars) And if one of them got bit in the eye, we'd have been at the vet the day it happened. I don't think that's too much to ask of my brother.
