Because I’ve gone through a decent amount of distress and disruption (not to mention expense) as a result of his ‘visits’ and don’t even get the chance to help him.
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When I saw how rough he looked I took pity on him and fed him despite it upsetting my own cat.
I first discovered that he’d infected me with ringworm in Melbcat’s last week, right before she went into hospital for the last time and died. So instead of being able to relax with her before that I was frantically laundering everything to protect her health while she cried for me to come to bed. I came back long enough to settle her and then went back to working.
Then I had to upend my entire house and deep clean the spores instead of having the time to mourn her. The infection still came back.
Then he was crying at my door on a rainy night so I removed all traces of her trying to get everything put in the other room and to create a warm dry space indoors if he needed one. I was stressing about finding him a safe home.
Now he decides he’d rather do whatever he wants rather than be treated. And his shitty owners just don’t care that he’s out after curfew, sick and infectious, and hunting native birds.
And if he comes back the potential for him to reinfect me or my house still remains.
Screw me for caring I guess. This has made a hard stressful time even harder. I think I’m done trying to help anyone for a while.
If he wants to stay away and reject help he can do that. I’m so sad and tired.
I avoided going into animal rescue or the veterinary field because I wasn’t able to tolerate seeing the inevitable neglect and abuse. But one day if I’m ever in better shape I might volunteer to foster.
After Melbcat I do have experience and skills with animals needing specialised care.
Because I’ve gone through a decent amount of distress and disruption (not to mention expense) as a result of his ‘visits’ and don’t even get the chance to help him.
spoiler
When I saw how rough he looked I took pity on him and fed him despite it upsetting my own cat.
I first discovered that he’d infected me with ringworm in Melbcat’s last week, right before she went into hospital for the last time and died. So instead of being able to relax with her before that I was frantically laundering everything to protect her health while she cried for me to come to bed. I came back long enough to settle her and then went back to working.
Then I had to upend my entire house and deep clean the spores instead of having the time to mourn her. The infection still came back.
Then he was crying at my door on a rainy night so I removed all traces of her trying to get everything put in the other room and to create a warm dry space indoors if he needed one. I was stressing about finding him a safe home.
Now he decides he’d rather do whatever he wants rather than be treated. And his shitty owners just don’t care that he’s out after curfew, sick and infectious, and hunting native birds.
And if he comes back the potential for him to reinfect me or my house still remains.
Screw me for caring I guess. This has made a hard stressful time even harder. I think I’m done trying to help anyone for a while.
Hon, you’re raging. It’s normal. He’s not the cause.
It’s not his fault (it’s the owners) but it was a really shitty thing to go through right before and after my own cat died.
I really didn’t need any of this.
so many hugs
I know hugs
so many hugs
and he’s just a cat, he can’t read your mind or understand your words, if he could he would know you have a heart of gold
If he wants to stay away and reject help he can do that. I’m so sad and tired.
I avoided going into animal rescue or the veterinary field because I wasn’t able to tolerate seeing the inevitable neglect and abuse. But one day if I’m ever in better shape I might volunteer to foster.
After Melbcat I do have experience and skills with animals needing specialised care.