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Step 1: Two years ago(in a few months...) Grandmother goes into nursing home, Mom inherits cat, Patches. Parents claim to not be cat people. Parents adore Patches.
Step 2: Late last fall: Mom decides Patches is lonely. Squeaker is acquired mid-December. Within a few weeks(read: 5 minutes after I moved out...) Calling to the house results in this conversation: "I can't do anything." "Why not?" "Squeaker won't let me." "Huh?" "She's in my lap." Dad, she's the size of your hand." "Shuddup."(note: not mean, this is his "you're right and I'm wrong and stop rubbing it in you little brat that I created.")
Step 3: This morning: Teensy grey and white kitten wanders up. Neighbors say she's been around since last night, but they can't keep her and have dogs and haven't been able to reach the animal shelter. This was lunch: Mom: "She's so little and cute...she's grey and white." Dad: "We're not keeping the cat." Mom: "She meows, not squeaks like Squeaker did. And she's so soft." Dad: "You shouldn't pet the cat, we aren't keeping her." Mom: "I shouldn't feed her if we aren't keeping her, but she's probbly hungry." Dad: "Don't feed the cat, we aren't keeping her." Me: "If we keep her, I get to name her."(Jen got to name Squeaker.) Dad: "She's not staying. She's going to the Wests' next(the Wests being other neighbors) Mom: "I don't feel comfortable just foisting her off on someone..." Dad: "We aren't keeping the cat."
Note A: Kitten has already been in the house.
Note B: Several years ago, a lab about 5 months old wandered up to the house. After nearly a month of similar commentary from Dad, along with announcing that he was going to take him to the pounbd soon if an owner wasn't found. About a week after we found someone who wanted him, Dad said he was glad, because he hadn't been looking forward to having 2 dogs around the house full time.(Yes, we have gone from being dog people to being cat people...)
Expected outcome: Unless they find someone who wants a kitten, I'll be catsitting 3 furballs instead of 2 every month or so from here on out.
Step 2: Late last fall: Mom decides Patches is lonely. Squeaker is acquired mid-December. Within a few weeks(read: 5 minutes after I moved out...) Calling to the house results in this conversation: "I can't do anything." "Why not?" "Squeaker won't let me." "Huh?" "She's in my lap." Dad, she's the size of your hand." "Shuddup."(note: not mean, this is his "you're right and I'm wrong and stop rubbing it in you little brat that I created.")
Step 3: This morning: Teensy grey and white kitten wanders up. Neighbors say she's been around since last night, but they can't keep her and have dogs and haven't been able to reach the animal shelter. This was lunch: Mom: "She's so little and cute...she's grey and white." Dad: "We're not keeping the cat." Mom: "She meows, not squeaks like Squeaker did. And she's so soft." Dad: "You shouldn't pet the cat, we aren't keeping her." Mom: "I shouldn't feed her if we aren't keeping her, but she's probbly hungry." Dad: "Don't feed the cat, we aren't keeping her." Me: "If we keep her, I get to name her."(Jen got to name Squeaker.) Dad: "She's not staying. She's going to the Wests' next(the Wests being other neighbors) Mom: "I don't feel comfortable just foisting her off on someone..." Dad: "We aren't keeping the cat."
Note A: Kitten has already been in the house.
Note B: Several years ago, a lab about 5 months old wandered up to the house. After nearly a month of similar commentary from Dad, along with announcing that he was going to take him to the pounbd soon if an owner wasn't found. About a week after we found someone who wanted him, Dad said he was glad, because he hadn't been looking forward to having 2 dogs around the house full time.(Yes, we have gone from being dog people to being cat people...)
Expected outcome: Unless they find someone who wants a kitten, I'll be catsitting 3 furballs instead of 2 every month or so from here on out.