I'm angry and sad. So Lockett who my family got almost two months ago has being taken back to the RSPCA again. In the first week or two, he peed in mums room. Then again about a week later so was banished from the room. Then today, mum found that he had peed in her clothes that were in a basket. I tried to explain the cat probably thought the basket was like another litter box. She was angry, so said he could be an outside cat and pee out there. Threw him out side. He chased the chickens however, and tried to kill them, so mum caught him, and chucked him into the bathroom with his litter until she figured out what to do. Now the cat was having a stressful day right? Mum angry. Got chucked outside. Got caught roughly to stop him chasing the chickens. Mum still angry. Chucked into the bathroom and locked in.
So I went over to my friends for the day who lives way out of town. Mum rang me up to tell me he had pooed in the bathroom sink, and then peed in the basket again, and told me she was taking him to the bathroom. It feels like a peice of my heart has fallen off. I didn't tell my friend, and didn't want to talk about it, just tried to act normal, as I hate crying in front of people. I got all her dogs in, and pretended to be wrestling them so I could hide my face whenever the tears came. Went to the toilet to have a cry. Had to look at my phone and have my hair covering my face whenever she was hugging her own cat, and when she asked about the scratches my cat had given me while we had been playing.
I thought my mum was going to try and work through the problems but no, she just took him back. I know I didn't even have him for two months, but honestly, give me an animal and it takes about a second for me to fall in love with it, whether it poops in my sink or not. He slept with me half the time, we were always playing together and he was just a heap of fun. Ok yes he annoyed me sometimes, when he kept on jumping in places I didn't want him, pulling my blinds, ALWAYS wanting to chase me even when I wasn't in the mood. But I loved him all the same. One thing I'm happy about, is I almost feel like I got to say a good bye to him. It would have been better if I could do it properly though. Usually in the morning when I see him, I'll just go about my business and ignore him for a while, or play with him. But this morning I felt the need to go to where he was resting on the top of the couch, cuddle him and nudge my face against his. Usually, he would get away from me, but today, he just sat there and purred.
For now, I'm just keeping myself busy with the dogs and the guinea pigs. I'm feeling pretty ok now. Though I usually don't let my extreme waterworks break out until I'm in bed and everyone thinks I'm sleeping. Atleast my local RSPCA is a no kill shelter, and they have an online thing to see all the animals they have, so I'll be able to feel like I'm keeping an eye on him. Hopefully my parents don't decide to get another cat, because I don't want to get hurt like this, and I don't want the cat to. Sorry for rambling on. I just hate this. I don't like dumping my pets for any reason. I feel like this was a fixable problem, but instead he just got dumped. Though Lockett was always a pretty happy and lovable cat, so he should find a good forever home.
So I went over to my friends for the day who lives way out of town. Mum rang me up to tell me he had pooed in the bathroom sink, and then peed in the basket again, and told me she was taking him to the bathroom. It feels like a peice of my heart has fallen off. I didn't tell my friend, and didn't want to talk about it, just tried to act normal, as I hate crying in front of people. I got all her dogs in, and pretended to be wrestling them so I could hide my face whenever the tears came. Went to the toilet to have a cry. Had to look at my phone and have my hair covering my face whenever she was hugging her own cat, and when she asked about the scratches my cat had given me while we had been playing.
I thought my mum was going to try and work through the problems but no, she just took him back. I know I didn't even have him for two months, but honestly, give me an animal and it takes about a second for me to fall in love with it, whether it poops in my sink or not. He slept with me half the time, we were always playing together and he was just a heap of fun. Ok yes he annoyed me sometimes, when he kept on jumping in places I didn't want him, pulling my blinds, ALWAYS wanting to chase me even when I wasn't in the mood. But I loved him all the same. One thing I'm happy about, is I almost feel like I got to say a good bye to him. It would have been better if I could do it properly though. Usually in the morning when I see him, I'll just go about my business and ignore him for a while, or play with him. But this morning I felt the need to go to where he was resting on the top of the couch, cuddle him and nudge my face against his. Usually, he would get away from me, but today, he just sat there and purred.
For now, I'm just keeping myself busy with the dogs and the guinea pigs. I'm feeling pretty ok now. Though I usually don't let my extreme waterworks break out until I'm in bed and everyone thinks I'm sleeping. Atleast my local RSPCA is a no kill shelter, and they have an online thing to see all the animals they have, so I'll be able to feel like I'm keeping an eye on him. Hopefully my parents don't decide to get another cat, because I don't want to get hurt like this, and I don't want the cat to. Sorry for rambling on. I just hate this. I don't like dumping my pets for any reason. I feel like this was a fixable problem, but instead he just got dumped. Though Lockett was always a pretty happy and lovable cat, so he should find a good forever home.
