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Okay, this is probably going to be a long post...prepare yourself. I'm 16, so please don't be like, "Buy that poor cat a litter box and keep him inside!" I have a gorgeous cat, named Finlay. He was a stray, I found him at five months. He's ten months now, and legally ours. My mum REFUSES to take him to buy a litter box. So he's mostly an indoor cat, but of course since we don't want him going in the house, we have to let him out. I told my mum I would go buy a litter box and litter, but she said if I did she's get rid of it AND the cat... not happening. So here's the part that's giving me anxiety, panic attacks, about everything. I can't even eat or drink and if I do I throw up. My mum, who studied in medicine, said I just have very bad anxiety. I don't even want to type it...but here goes. Past two months I've noticed my cat keeps coming home less frequently. He still is, but nowhere near as much. (By the way, the police did say the cat was ours.) Six weeks ago tomorrow, I saw a elderly lady letting him out of her house. He ran up to me and started purring, and the lady looked at me like I was villain, best way to put it. I put the cat in his real house and went to talk to her. I asked her if she had lost a cat and he was here. Quoting her exact words, "No, and a brat like you doesn't deserve him." I asked her what she meant, and she simply said "I don't like kids." And shut the door in my face. Three days later, I was out, her sister was there. Maybe eighteen or nineteen? I don't know. I saw her pick up the kitten. MY kitten. She talked to it and cuddled it. I heard him yowling for me. I marched over, took Fin, and, yes, I admit a little harshly, Why do you have my kitten?! She started cussing at me and went in. Two weeks later, he was on another porch, eating tuna which I know isn't too good for cats. He ate the ENTIRE can. He's four and a half pounds and only eats 3 oz. of Wellness wet food! Even if I try to give him more he refuses it. Even before this happened. I ignore that I saw him and yelled "Finlay! Come here sweetie!" Until the older girl coming home from school asked me if I had a tabby kitten. I said yes and that I did not appreciate her feeding my kitten, especially a five ounce can. He gets the option of eating 2 oz. three times a day, and as I said, typically only eats half of that. She apologized and said she won't again. A month later, they still are. Some little girls though were giving him lunch meat as a treat (they now me and I trust them) so I gave them some treats, but they don't feed him. Four people at the moment are constantly letting him in...I hate it. I have asked them to stop multiple times, THEY WON'T LISTEN!! They don't listen to my mum either...animal control says deal with it yourself and police says call animal control. I'm crying right now...he's in my lap at the moment. Please no hate comments. This is a hundred percent real, and I hate to have to just sit and watch this happen. Thank you for reading this...looking forward to your advice.