Getting something off my chest
You ever have one of those days? Yea. Only I've had one of those days for the last year and a half or so. But at least things are starting to look up, I hope.
Finally got settled into my new apartment with my roomate, and things are smashing as far as that aspect goes. Petals, who is my ginger cat, is beginning to get along with Kindred - who belongs to my roomie. It seems to me that she just has issues with older cats, mainly my sister's black and white Joe - which brings me to a point.
My mother just recently got remarried, she and my step-father and my little sister moved into a new apartment south from my place this week and suddenly Joe has become a problem. They've had him for almost four years now, he's five, and all of a sudden she's decided that it's time for a new home. Her reasoning behind it is because Brittany, my sister, isn't home enough on the weekends to care for him - which I think is a load of bullshit. I'm thinking she's still wanting to get rid of him because he sheds (a longhair shed, god forbid), and partly because she doesn't want to pay the $300 pet deposit; despite the fact that my step-father said it's okay for them to go ahead and keep Joe. My roomie and I would take him hands down, if it weren't for the fact that we had to seperate them from their 3rd to 4th fight in a day and a half... which lead to deep cuts and bleeding for the both of us. Petals is such a brat. >.>
But aside from that, this is really bothering me. It hurts to hear her voice on the phone and know that her little heart is broken at the prospect of losing her cat. In the many times I've tried talking to my mother about it, trying to get her to reconsider all I ever get is additude and a rebuttal; rewording the same stupid reasons thinking that I'll see where she's coming from. Or at least I think that she's being stupid and rediculous, maybe I'm the only person who would pay $450 to board their cat while I stayed with a friend with cat allergies on top of my own $300 dollar pet deposit. Apparently my mom has put a dollar amount on love, when I'd just work more overtime to keep my little fuzzball in my life.
Finally got settled into my new apartment with my roomate, and things are smashing as far as that aspect goes. Petals, who is my ginger cat, is beginning to get along with Kindred - who belongs to my roomie. It seems to me that she just has issues with older cats, mainly my sister's black and white Joe - which brings me to a point.
My mother just recently got remarried, she and my step-father and my little sister moved into a new apartment south from my place this week and suddenly Joe has become a problem. They've had him for almost four years now, he's five, and all of a sudden she's decided that it's time for a new home. Her reasoning behind it is because Brittany, my sister, isn't home enough on the weekends to care for him - which I think is a load of bullshit. I'm thinking she's still wanting to get rid of him because he sheds (a longhair shed, god forbid), and partly because she doesn't want to pay the $300 pet deposit; despite the fact that my step-father said it's okay for them to go ahead and keep Joe. My roomie and I would take him hands down, if it weren't for the fact that we had to seperate them from their 3rd to 4th fight in a day and a half... which lead to deep cuts and bleeding for the both of us. Petals is such a brat. >.>
But aside from that, this is really bothering me. It hurts to hear her voice on the phone and know that her little heart is broken at the prospect of losing her cat. In the many times I've tried talking to my mother about it, trying to get her to reconsider all I ever get is additude and a rebuttal; rewording the same stupid reasons thinking that I'll see where she's coming from. Or at least I think that she's being stupid and rediculous, maybe I'm the only person who would pay $450 to board their cat while I stayed with a friend with cat allergies on top of my own $300 dollar pet deposit. Apparently my mom has put a dollar amount on love, when I'd just work more overtime to keep my little fuzzball in my life.