monstersinthestars:

tortle:

catbuttcat:

ohlookflailingkittens:

jinnicider:

Ok. There is a situation I have regarding some cats. The cats in the picture!
A couple of months ago, some friends (Ryan and Marshall) of a friend (Amber) were being evicted from their apartment because of their animals. They had too many, they weren’t paying their rent, etc. Now, R & M could find some couches to crash on while they looked for a new apartment, but their 3 cats couldn’t (2 females and 1 male). Amber put out a beacon asking anyone if they could help out. I have a bleeding heart for cats in trouble, so I agreed to take 2 of them until they found a new place to live, which shouldn’t have been very long considering at that one of them was employed full-time. And at the time, so was I. Since we all lived in the same town, I didn’t think it would be too much of a problem. Sure, I took the risk of temporarily housing these cats without telling MY apartment complex because I was sure R & M would have been able to take them back before the manager caught onto me. I informed them that IF I got caught, they had to take the cats back or pay the fee that the apartment owner would charge me. They agreed.
Here’s where shit gets whacky. About two days into having them, I suspect one of them is pregnant. I asked the owners to confirm or deny, all I got was a “lolol I don’t know. Maybe?” Great. So, clearly, they’re not even fixed (and don’t get me started on how angry I was about that!). So, given their ages, I’m going to assume they aren’t vaccinated either, because when I asked for papers, they said that the cats “didn’t have any” (I have fostered cats before with no issues, which is why I always ask for this stuff). So, this pregnant cat (who is 13 years old) gives birth to a litter of ALL DEAD kittens in my bedroom (which was just really great for me); then a couple of days later, Ryan and Marshall decide to take a Greyhound and move to Seattle, leaving the cats here. This particular facet of the situation, I NEVER agreed to. They’re old (10 and 13) and cannot be separated (they have together all of their lives). They aren’t fixed, they aren’t vaccinated, but they ARE sweet and wonderful, personality-wise. They go in and out of heat (which is just awful), they piss all over my white curtains, they scratch the shit out of the corners of my walls even though there is a scratching post. I have, by and large, let all of this slide. Ryan and Marshall didn’t offer me any money for their general upkeep and still won’t agree to paying me back for all of the out-of pocket costs I have incurred (hi, food and litter, etc). Ooh, did I mention, that a few weeks after taking the cats, that I became unemployed?So, that happened. Now I CAN’T afford to keep them, even if I wanted to. Ryan and Marshall knew the day that I lost my job and still…are making a zero effort to remedy the situation.R & M like to go into “ignore mode” whenever I try to contact them about what the cats are doing, or when I try to ask them WHAT THEIR DAMN PLAN IS. I am losing patience. Yesterday, I told them that they had 30 days to arrange for the cats to be sent up to them in Seattle, or for somebody else to come take them off of my hands, locally. I finally got a reply; a vague, bitchy reply telling me to calm my tits and they they’ll ‘figure something out’ (which is the same line of bullshit I’ve been hearing since I took them in). I replied that they had 30 days, period, to carry out whatever their plans were.Back into ‘ignore mode’ after I keep texting them about it a few times.Some part of me thinks that they really don’t care about these animals, because initially, if I hadn’t taken them, Ryan and Marshall WERE going to take them to a shelter/pound. That was their original plan and that’s why I agreed to help. I couldn’t handle the thought of them being killed just because they were suddenly an inconvenience to their seriously irresponsible owners. I thought I could rescue them in the worst case scenario (if R & M chose to abandon them), and at the time, I could because I had a job, but things have since changed.They’re so old, cannot be separated, unfixed and unvaccinated; they would be put down immediately if taken to a shelter, no question about it. And you know what? It’s fine if that’s really how their owners feel about ‘resolving’ the situation (well, actually it’s not), but if that’s the case they are going to need to either come down here and take them to one of these places themselves, or arrange for somebody else to do it. Because I did not agree to be an executioner or an arbiter for their execution. I cannot, personally, take them down there to have this done; and it’s NOT my responsibility (also, can’t drive! don’t have a car! don’t have the money for the procedure!)But I have no other leverage. If I don’t get rid of them, then I’M going to be evicted.Because if I tell them they have so much time to come get them, and then they don’t end up doing it, what could I use to motivate them? I can’t say “or else I take them to the pound” because I’m fairly certain they wouldn’t care and it would be one less thing for them to have to actually take responsibility for. It’s not my fucking job to do this for them, but what choice do I have? I have no recourse.The only three things that can occur right now are: 1) they get their cats or 2) the cats get sent to the pound by probably me or 3) I keep them, eat the massive fees associated with having them in my apartment, which I can’t actually do, and even if I could I’d never be paid back for it anyhow.
That was yesterday.Today, I got a notice on my door from the apartment people. I have been “found out”. The cats have been here for too long and now it’s time to start paying. Essentially, I have 3 days to re-home them (or, Ryan and Marshall have 3 days to re-home them), or pay (me) roughly $700 for what the apartment people are about to charge me to keep them (which, of course, I don’t have). I texted them about it, and they’re just being hostile and douchey at this point “nobody MADE you volunteer for this” (which is precisely why it’s so shitty of you to bite my hand AFTER I helped you and you fucking bailed on me), and I told them what they had to do and how long they had to make it happen (wire me the money or arrange for somebody else to take them) and their only response was, “Or?”THERE IS NO “OR?”, YOU JUST FUCKING DO IT. But they won’t, I’m sure. They haven’t take one single ounce of responsibility for these animals their entire lives, or they’d have gotten shots, been fixed, etc. And they especially passed the buck on their well-being as soon as I agreed to temporarily home them.So, here’s the deal: if these two idiots don’t do either of the 2 things that are required to keep these cats alive and well (which, I’m sure they won’t because they can’t even tie their own shoes), they’re going to be put down. Period. I don’t have any other other option. This shit is NOT my responsibility. Finding them new homes isn’t my responsibility, putting them down isn’t my responsibility, paying to keep them isn’t my responsibility, and especially when I don’t even have the means for those things to be an option.
So, even though it’s not my job to do this, I need to find them a new home and I feel like the best course of action here to is re-home the cats, and just never tell R & M what happened to them, since, clearly, they don’t even give a shit. Because their owners have, again, stopped responding to me regarding Lila and Aurora, no matter how much I try to communicate with them; it’s up to me to find them a new home. I’d really just love to keep them myself, but I’m unemployed and cannot pay the outrageous fees associate with having them.I really do love these cats, and I do care what happens to them (not even lying, the calico one is licking my hand as I type this). But I’m left with really no other options other than finding them a new home, or having them put down.Is there ANYONE in the Phoenix area who has room in their house (and their heart!) to adopt both of these (pretty un-adoptable in normal situations) cats?They do have some obvious behavioral issues (scratching and peeing), but their personalities are so sweet and loving. I don’t know which one of them pees or scratches though, as they only seem to do it when I’m not at home.They will come with a large cat carrier, litter box (yes, they are both trained to at least poop in it), a bit of food and a scratching post. But I cannot deliver them, as I don’t have a driver’s license or a car :( [or if you can’t take them, please help me by at least reposting this] 

Anyone out there willing and able to help these precious kitties?

What a couple of fuckfaces. Those poor sweet kitties don’t deserve this. Signal boost, if you can help. :(

I’m so sorry you got stung so bad for just being a good person. :cSignal boost for ANY of my followers in the area?

PLEASE guys if you know anyone who might be willing to help, via tumblr or friends you might have on facebook or you, yourself, or anything really, consider it??  or spread the word!

Yo I don’t even like cats I want these two to find a home. I feel horrible this person had to go though all of that. :C Signal boost mons.

monstersinthestars:

tortle:

catbuttcat:

ohlookflailingkittens:

jinnicider:

Ok. There is a situation I have regarding some cats. The cats in the picture!

A couple of months ago, some friends (Ryan and Marshall) of a friend (Amber) were being evicted from their apartment because of their animals. They had too many, they weren’t paying their rent, etc. Now, R & M could find some couches to crash on while they looked for a new apartment, but their 3 cats couldn’t (2 females and 1 male).

Amber put out a beacon asking anyone if they could help out. I have a bleeding heart for cats in trouble, so I agreed to take 2 of them until they found a new place to live, which shouldn’t have been very long considering at that one of them was employed full-time.
And at the time, so was I.
Since we all lived in the same town, I didn’t think it would be too much of a problem. Sure, I took the risk of temporarily housing these cats without telling MY apartment complex because I was sure R & M would have been able to take them back before the manager caught onto me. I informed them that IF I got caught, they had to take the cats back or pay the fee that the apartment owner would charge me. They agreed.

Here’s where shit gets whacky. About two days into having them, I suspect one of them is pregnant. I asked the owners to confirm or deny, all I got was a “lolol I don’t know. Maybe?” 
Great.
So, clearly, they’re not even fixed (and don’t get me started on how angry I was about that!). So, given their ages, I’m going to assume they aren’t vaccinated either, because when I asked for papers, they said that the cats “didn’t have any” (I have fostered cats before with no issues, which is why I always ask for this stuff). 
So, this pregnant cat (who is 13 years old) gives birth to a litter of ALL DEAD kittens in my bedroom (which was just really great for me); then a couple of days later, Ryan and Marshall decide to take a Greyhound and move to Seattle, leaving the cats here. 
This particular facet of the situation, I NEVER agreed to. 

They’re old (10 and 13) and cannot be separated (they have together all of their lives). They aren’t fixed, they aren’t vaccinated, but they ARE sweet and wonderful, personality-wise. They go in and out of heat (which is just awful), they piss all over my white curtains, they scratch the shit out of the corners of my walls even though there is a scratching post. I have, by and large, let all of this slide.
Ryan and Marshall didn’t offer me any money for their general upkeep and still won’t agree to paying me back for all of the out-of pocket costs I have incurred (hi, food and litter, etc).
Ooh, did I mention, that a few weeks after taking the cats, that I became unemployed?
So, that happened. Now I CAN’T afford to keep them, even if I wanted to. Ryan and Marshall knew the day that I lost my job and still…are making a zero effort to remedy the situation.

R & M like to go into “ignore mode” whenever I try to contact them about what the cats are doing, or when I try to ask them WHAT THEIR DAMN PLAN IS. I am losing patience. 

Yesterday, I told them that they had 30 days to arrange for the cats to be sent up to them in Seattle, or for somebody else to come take them off of my hands, locally.
I finally got a reply; a vague, bitchy reply telling me to calm my tits and they they’ll ‘figure something out’ (which is the same line of bullshit I’ve been hearing since I took them in). I replied that they had 30 days, period, to carry out whatever their plans were.
Back into ‘ignore mode’ after I keep texting them about it a few times.

Some part of me thinks that they really don’t care about these animals, because initially, if I hadn’t taken them, Ryan and Marshall WERE going to take them to a shelter/pound. That was their original plan and that’s why I agreed to help. I couldn’t handle the thought of them being killed just because they were suddenly an inconvenience to their seriously irresponsible owners. I thought I could rescue them in the worst case scenario (if R & M chose to abandon them), and at the time, I could because I had a job, but things have since changed.

They’re so old, cannot be separated, unfixed and unvaccinated; they would be put down immediately if taken to a shelter, no question about it.
And you know what? It’s fine if that’s really how their owners feel about ‘resolving’ the situation (well, actually it’s not), but if that’s the case they are going to need to either come down here and take them to one of these places themselves, or arrange for somebody else to do it. 
Because I did not agree to be an executioner or an arbiter for their execution.
I cannot, personally, take them down there to have this done; and it’s NOT my responsibility (also, can’t drive! don’t have a car! don’t have the money for the procedure!)

But I have no other leverage. If I don’t get rid of them, then I’M going to be evicted.

Because if I tell them they have so much time to come get them, and then they don’t end up doing it, what could I use to motivate them? I can’t say “or else I take them to the pound” because I’m fairly certain they wouldn’t care and it would be one less thing for them to have to actually take responsibility for. It’s not my fucking job to do this for them, but what choice do I have? I have no recourse.
The only three things that can occur right now are: 1) they get their cats or 2) the cats get sent to the pound by probably me or 3) I keep them, eat the massive fees associated with having them in my apartment, which I can’t actually do, and even if I could I’d never be paid back for it anyhow.


That was yesterday.

Today
, I got a notice on my door from the apartment people. I have been “found out”. The cats have been here for too long and now it’s time to start paying. 
Essentially, I have 3 days to re-home them (or, Ryan and Marshall have 3 days to re-home them), or pay (me) roughly $700 for what the apartment people are about to charge me to keep them (which, of course, I don’t have). 

I texted them about it, and they’re just being hostile and douchey at this point “nobody MADE you volunteer for this” (which is precisely why it’s so shitty of you to bite my hand AFTER I helped you and you fucking bailed on me), and I told them what they had to do and how long they had to make it happen (wire me the money or arrange for somebody else to take them) and their only response was, “Or?”
THERE IS NO “OR?”, YOU JUST FUCKING DO IT. But they won’t, I’m sure. They haven’t take one single ounce of responsibility for these animals their entire lives, or they’d have gotten shots, been fixed, etc. And they especially passed the buck on their well-being as soon as I agreed to temporarily home them.

So, here’s the deal: if these two idiots don’t do either of the 2 things that are required to keep these cats alive and well (which, I’m sure they won’t because they can’t even tie their own shoes), they’re going to be put down. Period. I don’t have any other other option. 
This shit is NOT my responsibility. Finding them new homes isn’t my responsibility, putting them down isn’t 
my responsibility, paying to keep them isn’t my responsibility, and especially when I don’t even have the means for those things to be an option.


So, even though it’s not my job to do this, I need to find them a new home and I feel like the best course of action here to is re-home the cats, and just never tell R & M what happened to them, since, clearly, they don’t even give a shit. 

Because their owners have, again, stopped responding to me regarding Lila and Aurora, no matter how much I try to communicate with them; it’s up to me to find them a new home. I’d really just love to keep them myself, but I’m unemployed and cannot pay the outrageous fees associate with having them.

I really do love these cats, and I do care what happens to them (not even lying, the calico one is licking my hand as I type this). But I’m left with really no other options other than finding them a new home, or having them put down.

Is there ANYONE in the Phoenix area who has room in their house (and their heart!) to adopt both of these (pretty un-adoptable in normal situations) cats?They do have some obvious behavioral issues (scratching and peeing), but their personalities are so sweet and loving. I don’t know which one of them pees or scratches though, as they only seem to do it when I’m not at home.
They will come with a large cat carrier, litter box (yes, they are both trained to at least poop in it), a bit of food and a scratching post. But I cannot deliver them, as I don’t have a driver’s license or a car :( 

[or if you can’t take them, please help me by at least reposting this] 

Anyone out there willing and able to help these precious kitties?

What a couple of fuckfaces. Those poor sweet kitties don’t deserve this. Signal boost, if you can help. :(

I’m so sorry you got stung so bad for just being a good person. :c
Signal boost for ANY of my followers in the area?

PLEASE guys if you know anyone who might be willing to help, via tumblr or friends you might have on facebook or you, yourself, or anything really, consider it??  or spread the word!

Yo I don’t even like cats I want these two to find a home. I feel horrible this person had to go though all of that. :C Signal boost mons.

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