I’m trying to get my cat back. One of the neighbors found him but they’re only being helpful in fucking with me and making my blood pressure skyrocket. :( Normally I love cats but right now I don’t want to see or hear about another adorable cat ever again.
The people who found my cat (missing since fucking January) once again threatened to give him away to someone else, something they have absolutely no right to do.
I am basically between a rock and a hard place, RE: getting him back (his name is Johnathon, lol). Like a month ago they managed to crate him and take him to the vet, but because my phone number on file with the Humane Society was kaput, and I fucking guess because they have other cats, they released him. Then after making it sound like I was going to get him back, after getting into it with them a little bit at first (this was the first time they threatened to give him away), they tell me they’re having a hard time getting him crated again. Then they basically just go “you’re on your own buddy” and stopped trying to help me. Then, when I’m floundering trying to figure out how to get him back, they text me all urgently about how they need to find a safe home for him because he’s been getting into fights with the neighbor cats (again, he’s been there for 6 months before they found him) and act like I’ve given up just because I wasn’t able to get their texts because I couldn’t find my phone. I fucking told them where I could be found. They knew I had issues with my phone and maintaining connectivity. I talked to one of them a few days ago and he said nothing about ANY OF THIS.
And they think they have any right to do this. They can’t get him. I can’t get him. They’re not “finding a safe home” for him. They’re letting a stranger try and trap my cat. I am so fucking angry about this. They are NOT GIVING MY CAT AWAY. They are fucking NOT. If they did that, they really fucked up. They really fucked up.
After 6 months of him being gone, out on the streets (because the pigs took our home i.e. my van right after I lost him, so until I got my current van I had no place for him to live, so like, why bother looking for him?), I finally got my cat, Johnathon (yes, that is how his name is spelled) back. He’s white with orange splotches and kind of a tabby-looking tail. He has the sweetest most angelic-sounding meow.
I got an email from the Humane Society a couple days after I bought my van, saying that someone found him (he’s chipped). But it took probably at least a month after that. The people who found him were difficult. I had to remind them, twice, that they have no fucking right to give my cat away to someone else. And then they had the fucking nerve to tell me not to stay in the neighborhood (the neighborhood where I have been parking/camping for years) because if he gets out again he’ll go right back to that house and they’re “not doing this again.” What a load of shit.
Anyways, I was expecting it to take him longer to acclimate to the van and uh, like me and stuff. But last night he came out from under my bed and kind of cuddled with me and explored the van a bit while I was asleep.
I need to get this harness on him though and he absolutely refuses. If I touch him the wrong way he punches me. He doesn’t hiss. I know it’s probably more like him swiping his claw at me but it’s all a blur and it feels like he’s punching me lol.