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I know whining should be allowed but I’m really pissed so you all get to read my story, if you wish. I just have to put it on paper knowing that won’t make it go away.
Starts about 8 years ago at brother in laws (known as bil for short) where he had these cats who kept producing kittens. Occasionally he would throw out some dry food for them. One day he announces they can’t afford to feed them anymore. Now these people have two farms, over a million in the bank, and NEVER tip over 10%!
So I tnr all 8, kept one of the kittens and fed them every other day for 8 years.
Now to this time frame. They sell their half million house with indoor pool up the road and announce they are building at the barn where the colony has been for 8 years.
I took my carriers and placed 7 of those babies in each carrier to take them to the vet. I cried all day before and cried as I was doing it and cried all the way to the vet. GOD was good, in a way, since all went for “barn cats” but five had been hand fed since birth. So I felt relief but very very sad. No contact with who they went to.
While the building is going on at the barn I’m still feeding Wildie, the most feral of my babies whom I’ve never been able to trap. But I know bil well enough. He is the kind of person who can’t say what he means. He’ll say your wonderful until you pull out of the drive!
Starts about 8 years ago at brother in laws (known as bil for short) where he had these cats who kept producing kittens. Occasionally he would throw out some dry food for them. One day he announces they can’t afford to feed them anymore. Now these people have two farms, over a million in the bank, and NEVER tip over 10%!
So I tnr all 8, kept one of the kittens and fed them every other day for 8 years.
Now to this time frame. They sell their half million house with indoor pool up the road and announce they are building at the barn where the colony has been for 8 years.
I took my carriers and placed 7 of those babies in each carrier to take them to the vet. I cried all day before and cried as I was doing it and cried all the way to the vet. GOD was good, in a way, since all went for “barn cats” but five had been hand fed since birth. So I felt relief but very very sad. No contact with who they went to.
While the building is going on at the barn I’m still feeding Wildie, the most feral of my babies whom I’ve never been able to trap. But I know bil well enough. He is the kind of person who can’t say what he means. He’ll say your wonderful until you pull out of the drive!