- 7 years ago
- Wedding: August 2012
I placed this in the lounge because this is by no means wedding related.
My FI and I currently live with my younger sister in a two bedroom apartment above a business. My FI and I have a cat named Bailey that is 3 years old. My sister has a canary that I take care of because she hates him (why she has him, I don’t know). She is moving out the first of November to live 3 hours away with her boyfriend and is leaving the canary. She and I are 2 1/2 years apart in age, but are polar opposites personality-wise. She’s extremely loud, confrontational, and impulsive; while I’m a bit more reserved, pick my battles wisely, and (try) to make well thought out decisions. While her impulsiveness makes her a ton of fun to hang out with, it also makes her extremely irrational.
Yesterday, my mother found a stray cat in her yard. A cross eyes, creamy white, very malnourished, super affectionate cat. My parents live out in the “country” where heartless people dump their animals when they’re tired of them, so finding a cat is nothing out of the ordinary. Usually they show up, look in my mom’s windows, and she never sees them again. This cat, however, has been roaming the neighborhood for 3 weeks now. My mother text messaged me to inform me that unless my sister or I wanted him, she was calling animal control to come get him so someone else could adopt him from the shelter. I told her that we couldn’t afford another cat, however, my sister told my mom she wanted him without my knowledge. She didn’t call and ask if it was ok, she just went over to my mom’s after work, put him in a box, and brought him home.
I was upset that she decided to bring a possibly diseased cat into a home that already has a cat. Feline leukemia isn’t something I really want my cat to die from (or any other disease for that matter), so checking with me first would have been awesome. She didn’t however. She brought him home, opened the box, and let him roam the place. I immediately shut my bedroom door so he couldn’t meet my cat and asked her if she had called a vet to get him checked out. She said no. I said she needed to. She said she didn’t have any money to pay for a vet visit and that he seems fine, just hungry.
She left for a few hours so I decided to check the cat out. Although he looked fairly healthy, he had fleas and was very thin. No eye goop, no runny nose, no sores on his body, he wasn’t sneezing or coughing, etc. Just really skinny, really vocal, and really affectionate. We had some flea medicine in the closet so I put it on him and he didn’t fuss at all. He actually fell asleep in my arms while I was petting his head to get him to sit still long enough to get all off the flea medicine on his neck.
This morning I got up, took my FI to work, came home, and sat down at the computer when my sister comes into the living room and says, “You have to take him to the shelter.”
I said, “What? Why?”
She said, “He had diarrhea all night and I don’t have money to take him to the vet.”
She got into the shower, came out, went in her room, and started screaming about how he just puked all over her floor and that I needed to take him to the shelter NOW.
…Now suffice it to say, I’ve had a terrible week. Just little events that keep popping up that have stressed me out. I didn’t eat until 10pm yesterday because I felt so nauseous from the stress of life being difficult. I bonded with this cross-eyed cat last night. As stupid as it sounds, when he fell asleep in my lap while I was petting him, he tugged on my heart strings and I fell in love. And now she wants me to take him to the pound?
I called my mom to tell her about it and she told me that it isn’t my responsibility to take him, it’s hers. She told me to tell her that I didn’t adopt this animal because I knew I couldn’t afford him, and that it’s all on her. I had offered to take him to the vet, but it broke my heart to be told that she “didn’t want him” because “he’s sick” and she “can’t afford a sick cat”.
I told my sister how I felt and she blew up at me. She started yelling about how she has to work 45 minutes away in an hour and that she’s done so much for me and my cat and how she’s sickened that I can’t just not think about myself for once. She yelled about how she took my cat when I “didn’t want her anymore” (which isn’t true, she needed a place to stay for two months and my sister begged me to let her take her) and how I “never helped out with her food or litter” (which also isn’t true. Along with Bailey, I gave her a brand new huge bag of cat food and a bucket of new litter). She then said that karma will get me for being such a selfish b*tch. She then scooped up the cat, put him in a carrier, stomped out to her car, and drove away.
And although I said, “That isn’t true. That’s a lie,” she wouldn’t listen and kept screaming about how selfish I am.
It just hurts, bees. It hurts to hear such ugly, untrue words coming from my sister’s mouth.
If you’ve made it this far in my vent, I applaud you. If you send me your address, I’ll bake you some cookies and send them your way (any kind you want, just not no-bake…I hate those so I’ve never tried to make them).
Is my sister right? Am I really a selfish b*tch for not taking the cat to the pound? What would you have done in this situation?