Dirty Snatch (the ex's younger sister) was asked by a friend of hers to watch her cat for the weekend. Of course, Dirty Snatch didn't have a ride to her friend's house and asked me to take her. Former Owner, provided her with a litter box, food, and litter, along with a very adorable kitty who seemed to be lacking a cat carrier. Former Owner informs that she "doesn't believe in cat carriers" and puts the cat into the car. Like I said, at this point in my life I am not a cat person, which means that as soon as the cat gets into the car, whose lap does she get cozy in? You guessed it...mine. During the entire drive back to Dirty Snatch's house, the cat stays snuggled in my lap.
Before I continue, I would like to point out that Former Owner took really good care of her cat. She was well fed (but not obese), she was well groomed, and quite friendly. Over the course of the next three months, Former Owner never asked for the cat back. Apparently, she either forgot about the cat or the temporary situation in which Dirty Snatch was originally cat sitting became a permanent situation. During the next three months, Dirty Snatch stopped caring for the cat. Instead of feeding her cat food, she started feeding her frozen meatballs (which quickly became delicious snacks for her two dogs). She quickly lost weight, appearing emaciated and scared.
After three months with no contact from Former Owner, Dirty Snatch once again called me for help, this time wanting a ride to the pet shelter to drop the poor cat off. Honestly, I'm not even sure if Dirty Snatch even tried to contact Former Owner about the cat situation. Poor emaciated cat desperately needed a bath and a good meal, so I agreed to take her for the sheer reason that I was tired of watching them slowly starve the cat to death.
Once again, the cat climbs in my lap to snuggle during the ride to the animal shelter. It's almost like we were bonding over this driving time. She kept looking at me with these adorable, sad eyes during the entire drive. With my luck with this nasty family, we arrive at the animal shelter only to arrive an hour too late. It was closed.
Dirty Snatch's solution to this problem was to simply open the car door and let her out to roam the world. Personally, I wanted to open her door, toss her out into the cold, and drive off without her. Instead of abandoning the undernourished cat, I took her back to my apartment.
Her first order of business was to hide for the remainder of the day, only to come out of hiding after I filled a bowl up with lots food and bought her a litter box with fresh litter (Dirty Snatch, in her infinite wisdom threw out the cat's litter box). Later that night, when I was fast asleep, I woke up to my new favorite animal laying on my chest, purring like there was no tomorrow. Of course, when she realized that I had woken up she flew off the bed and darted underneath the bed for the remainder of the night and a good part of the rest of the day.
Zonks, as she is now known, has lived with me ever since. She drools when you pet her and purrs all of the time. She's allowed to eat whatever she wants, seeing that for that rough three month period she was barely eating. Her favorite food is waffles, which she occasionally steals off my plate.
Before I continue, I would like to point out that Former Owner took really good care of her cat. She was well fed (but not obese), she was well groomed, and quite friendly. Over the course of the next three months, Former Owner never asked for the cat back. Apparently, she either forgot about the cat or the temporary situation in which Dirty Snatch was originally cat sitting became a permanent situation. During the next three months, Dirty Snatch stopped caring for the cat. Instead of feeding her cat food, she started feeding her frozen meatballs (which quickly became delicious snacks for her two dogs). She quickly lost weight, appearing emaciated and scared.
After three months with no contact from Former Owner, Dirty Snatch once again called me for help, this time wanting a ride to the pet shelter to drop the poor cat off. Honestly, I'm not even sure if Dirty Snatch even tried to contact Former Owner about the cat situation. Poor emaciated cat desperately needed a bath and a good meal, so I agreed to take her for the sheer reason that I was tired of watching them slowly starve the cat to death.
Once again, the cat climbs in my lap to snuggle during the ride to the animal shelter. It's almost like we were bonding over this driving time. She kept looking at me with these adorable, sad eyes during the entire drive. With my luck with this nasty family, we arrive at the animal shelter only to arrive an hour too late. It was closed.
Dirty Snatch's solution to this problem was to simply open the car door and let her out to roam the world. Personally, I wanted to open her door, toss her out into the cold, and drive off without her. Instead of abandoning the undernourished cat, I took her back to my apartment.
Her first order of business was to hide for the remainder of the day, only to come out of hiding after I filled a bowl up with lots food and bought her a litter box with fresh litter (Dirty Snatch, in her infinite wisdom threw out the cat's litter box). Later that night, when I was fast asleep, I woke up to my new favorite animal laying on my chest, purring like there was no tomorrow. Of course, when she realized that I had woken up she flew off the bed and darted underneath the bed for the remainder of the night and a good part of the rest of the day.
Zonks, as she is now known, has lived with me ever since. She drools when you pet her and purrs all of the time. She's allowed to eat whatever she wants, seeing that for that rough three month period she was barely eating. Her favorite food is waffles, which she occasionally steals off my plate.
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