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Okay, I should start with good news because my life isn't all bad news, dear non-existent readers.
I got full financial aid for college and I got a new T-shirt. THe T-shirt is white and it has a panda on it that says "I wish I was colorful". 4laugh
But, last night my mom came over and I don't know how we got on this subject but she was talking about how she got rid of Punky.
Punky was this pretty Himalayan cat I had when I was around ten. She never used the litter box, and she was mean to all the other cats and wasn't too friendly towards people. But she was my kitty and my cuddle bug.
My mom got rid of her. She never told me this, but I over heard her on the phone.
For many years I thought she had taken her to the pound. And I was sure that Punky had gotten adopted. I mean, she was a pure-bred cat, she would be gone in a snap.
Last night I found out that my mother had just taken her to some neighborhood and dropped her off. And I got mad. I don't care if it was 8 years ago, it's the point. If Punky got stuck out in the rain she would hid somewhere and not go out, she was a prissy cat. More importantly she was a cat that I loved a lot. She was MY cat.
Second, people shouldn't do that. I consider people who do that to be abominations. There's no excuse to abandon an animal on the street like that. I mean, abandon them in front of a shelter if you can't afford the drop off fee.
And my mom said, "Desiree you shouldn't judge people."
"I do judge people, Mom. And I'm judging you for doing such a horrible thing. Plenty of people take the care to take an animal to a shelter. Only selfish, ugly people just drop a helpless animal on the side of the street."
And I wanted to go further and say, "if I had known that's what you did with Punky I wouldn't have been so surprised that you abandoned me and Ashely with Grandma."
Then my mom tried to say "when I was little I use to bring animals home all the time."
"No, mom, you brought home KITTENS, not CATS, you brought home KITTENS."
Punky was nine years old. And though she was a pure-bred cat that doesn't mean she was pretty. Her breed has a smashed in face.
I'm sure Punky died a painful death and that really upsets me.It makes me sick to my stomach and want to cry. The cat I have right now, Purrzac had the same thing happen to him. Some low-life abandoned him in a hospital parking lot. He was sick, under weight, filled with worms and covered in fleas, but he was so friendly, he purred whenever you touched him. His fur was really clean. He just wasn't some stray and I can't imagine a lost can wandering into a loud place with tons of cars and people everywhere.
And I can still remember the way Punky would lay on one of my pillows and purr and drool at night. The way she would slid under the covers and just be a bump under there.
I use to dress her up in this little yellow jacket.
I can't believe my mom would do that, and I'm not going to forgive or forget that.
Sure, I still love her and will talk to her, she's my mom, but I don't think I can look at her the same. I know, that's so dramatic, but I love animals, I volunteered at an animal shelter (8 hours a day for a whole month every summer), I've seen some horrible things. Both my cats were rescued from irresponsible owners.
 Desi the fuzzy fluffhead · Thu Aug 26, 2010 @ 10:57pm · 0 Comments |
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