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I'm so fucking frustrated because I feel like we're killing my cat. I've had her for 17/18 years-aka MOST of my life.
She is beyond sweet, super adorable, and just a chill fucking cat and we believe she has a brain tumor as she has minor seizures that aren't super noticeable unless you are paying attention. She also doesn't have much appetite either and is very skinny when she used to be a fairly plump cat. As you may've seen in previous posts, I was trying to get her to eat more by homemaking her food. She took to it for a day but then didn't care for it afterward.
So I decided to move her food bowl to a place that was AWAY from her litter box. And she, of course, began to eat literally EVERYTHING I put down for her.
But when my mother came back she said my dad wouldn't like that so I figured there wouldn't be an issue with putting it in my room instead of the hall.
So it was out of his sight and out of the public eye again.
Keep in mind I would put it next to the wall and put potty pads down so she wouldn't get any of the wet food onto the carpet.
It was working. She was eating everything and not making a mess or ruining anything.
Come to today where my dad is screaming and shouting at my mother because he figured out what we were doing.
I don't know if he just walked past my room and saw it but he flipped his shit. Started screaming that my mom and I don't care about the house, or don't care about anything at all. Because we don't care if shit gets ruined (but nothing was ruined). Started screaming about how he does not care if she is eating better, that he wants to get rid of her, toss her out on the street, and then stormed off and I could here him saying we were both dumbasses and more.
You know, because caring about a family pet and wanting her to eat well is somehow really awful.
But caring more about a damn carpet is somehow a holy angelic thing to do.
I'm on the brink of tears because I already lost my previous cat a couple of years ago and she was skinny and wouldn't eat.
(she had a tumor in her stomach and it had gotten to the point where she couldn't eat)
I don't want my current baby to fucking starve because we weren't doing what needed to be done.
I fucking hate this man with such a STRONG and visceral hatred.
I just wanted to vent about it somewhere because I'm fed up with this crap but I can't move out because I don't have the funds to do so and go back to school.
If I could you bet your ass I would take her with me and say fuck him.
She is beyond sweet, super adorable, and just a chill fucking cat and we believe she has a brain tumor as she has minor seizures that aren't super noticeable unless you are paying attention. She also doesn't have much appetite either and is very skinny when she used to be a fairly plump cat. As you may've seen in previous posts, I was trying to get her to eat more by homemaking her food. She took to it for a day but then didn't care for it afterward.
So I decided to move her food bowl to a place that was AWAY from her litter box. And she, of course, began to eat literally EVERYTHING I put down for her.
But when my mother came back she said my dad wouldn't like that so I figured there wouldn't be an issue with putting it in my room instead of the hall.
So it was out of his sight and out of the public eye again.
Keep in mind I would put it next to the wall and put potty pads down so she wouldn't get any of the wet food onto the carpet.
It was working. She was eating everything and not making a mess or ruining anything.
Come to today where my dad is screaming and shouting at my mother because he figured out what we were doing.
I don't know if he just walked past my room and saw it but he flipped his shit. Started screaming that my mom and I don't care about the house, or don't care about anything at all. Because we don't care if shit gets ruined (but nothing was ruined). Started screaming about how he does not care if she is eating better, that he wants to get rid of her, toss her out on the street, and then stormed off and I could here him saying we were both dumbasses and more.
You know, because caring about a family pet and wanting her to eat well is somehow really awful.
But caring more about a damn carpet is somehow a holy angelic thing to do.
I'm on the brink of tears because I already lost my previous cat a couple of years ago and she was skinny and wouldn't eat.
(she had a tumor in her stomach and it had gotten to the point where she couldn't eat)
I don't want my current baby to fucking starve because we weren't doing what needed to be done.
I fucking hate this man with such a STRONG and visceral hatred.
I just wanted to vent about it somewhere because I'm fed up with this crap but I can't move out because I don't have the funds to do so and go back to school.
If I could you bet your ass I would take her with me and say fuck him.