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Ferris has officially decided that I am NOT to be trusted. He has decided that my roommate, who pays absolutely nothing toward his care or keep, is the human he prefers to spend time with.
Why? Because I am pure evil.
I trim his claws, give him meds, attempt to brush him - oh, that's REALLY a bad thing to do - and every time over the last two months that he's allowed himself to start to get close to me, I wind up grabbing him by the scruff, stuffing him in a cat carrier and taking him to the vet.
I wouldn't trust me either.
I'm feeling quite a bit down about this today, as I contemplate this coming Friday morning, when I will have to pretend I'm going to give him some food after starving him all night long, then grab him, stuff him in the carrier and take him to the vet for his neuter.
I'm going to have to trick him yet again, because he won't let me come anywhere near him anymore, not even to pet him, unless I have food in my hand. Because I keep proving to him that I can't be trusted - because I'm being a good meowmy and taking care of him.
I've tried to explain it to him, several times, but he hurrumphs, twitches his tail at me and shows me his butt as he walks out of the room while I am in mid-sentence.
How can I get this little guy to trust me, when over and over again, I am so "mean" to him?
I'm only doing what I'm supposed to!
I could really use a little emotional support about this - it's really starting to bum me out, and I don't see it improving. I'm afraid he's going to become a one-person cat, and choose to belong to someone who is NOT the one paying for all the food, litter, toys, vet care, etc. That hurts me more than just in the heart, it hurts my wallet, too.
My roommate is being a jerk, rubbing it in that Ferris likes him best, yet he's straight out said that he's not paying for him, that he's MY cat.
Yes, I got Ferris as a companion for Ginger, not me, but it still really hurts when I come home to see Ferris all cuddled up in my rommie's lap, and as soon as he sees me, he BOLTS!
I just can't help but feel a bit sorry for myself this morning.
Anyone want to come to my pity party?
Why? Because I am pure evil.
I trim his claws, give him meds, attempt to brush him - oh, that's REALLY a bad thing to do - and every time over the last two months that he's allowed himself to start to get close to me, I wind up grabbing him by the scruff, stuffing him in a cat carrier and taking him to the vet.
I wouldn't trust me either.
I'm feeling quite a bit down about this today, as I contemplate this coming Friday morning, when I will have to pretend I'm going to give him some food after starving him all night long, then grab him, stuff him in the carrier and take him to the vet for his neuter.
I'm going to have to trick him yet again, because he won't let me come anywhere near him anymore, not even to pet him, unless I have food in my hand. Because I keep proving to him that I can't be trusted - because I'm being a good meowmy and taking care of him.
I've tried to explain it to him, several times, but he hurrumphs, twitches his tail at me and shows me his butt as he walks out of the room while I am in mid-sentence.
How can I get this little guy to trust me, when over and over again, I am so "mean" to him?
I could really use a little emotional support about this - it's really starting to bum me out, and I don't see it improving. I'm afraid he's going to become a one-person cat, and choose to belong to someone who is NOT the one paying for all the food, litter, toys, vet care, etc. That hurts me more than just in the heart, it hurts my wallet, too.
My roommate is being a jerk, rubbing it in that Ferris likes him best, yet he's straight out said that he's not paying for him, that he's MY cat.
Yes, I got Ferris as a companion for Ginger, not me, but it still really hurts when I come home to see Ferris all cuddled up in my rommie's lap, and as soon as he sees me, he BOLTS!
Anyone want to come to my pity party?