For example, Penny wrote:
My daughter left Mushue with me while she was moving and promised she would pick him up in 2 weeks. That was 10 years ago. She won't take him back. He is 15 lbs of pure black and the meanest thing I have ever seen.And Debby, another cat hater, wrote:
He is so very picky about his food. The bowl has to be filled all the way to the very top edge for him to eat it. If it gets below the rim He stands there and meows till you fill it back up. And don't even think of moving him out of your chair where he has plopped his fat butt. Or else you are going to get your face torn off. He has bitten me while I was asleep because he wanted to sleep in the bed and wanted me to get up.
When he decides he wants to lay someplace he will knock everything out of his way. He has pushed my dishes out of the cabinets before.
I actually moved when he was about 2 years old and this cat found me after 3 months he just showed back up. I can't give him to any one else as he is evil and no one wants him. I can't take him to the shelter because he is not adoptable.
I have layed in bed and thought up ways to get rid of him. I have thought of stepping on and squishing his head. I have thought of feeding him anti-freeze. You name it I have probably thought of it. I have suffered so bad for the past 10 years. I just don't have it in me to actually harm him.
I absolutely can not stand my cat either. I got her over 8 years ago from a shelter. I called them a month into it saying it just wasn't going to work and they made me feel like a low live animal hater, so I kept her. They told me her nervousness was because she was a shelter cat and it would go away in time. It hasn't. I can barely pet her, and if I tried to pick her up she'd take my left eyeball out. She's ruined all of my furniture, because I thought declawing was cruel.So looks like my hating is helping others in need, enabling them to step out of the closet and confess. Time, then, to up the ante.
I've made the decision to find her a good home this year, but I still feel really guilty. But I just can not go on like this, she is driving me crazy. I have another cat (another rescue cat) that I got 18 months after and she's fine. I've had pets all of my life and never had a problem like this.
It's good to know there are others out there that also don't feel the love for their cats.
Last month, the black cat next door, who often gets confused with Fonzie, was attacked by a vicious off-leash dog, whose owner just shrugged it off and walked away, leaving Yuki dying in his front yard. My neighbours rushed the cat to the vet where he was put down. The hit-and-run dog has never been found.
But when I heard this disturbing news, all I could think was, "Damn, why wasn't it Fonzie?"
In fact, Fonzie has pretty much left home this summer, and forged relationships with the two of the craziest women on the street. He's moved back in with Katya (a pseudonym), where I'd forgotten he'd temporarily stayed once before. And, even worse, he's taken to hanging with Emilia (another pseudonym).
Emilia is the one whose ex-boyfriend smashed the car with a golf club in the middle of the night last summer. The social workers are over at her place constantly, but what's she most worried about? Not her poor daughter , nope. She's concerned about the welfare of my cat and the fact that nobody loves him. Today, as I stepped out the front door, she was sitting on my porch feeding him.
It's partly my fault since I had hired her to keep an eye on him while I was away for a few days last week, sparking gossip among the neighbours about how any pet owner could be so irresponsible as to leave her animal in the care of the most dysfunctional family on the street.
But Emilia's cheaper than the vet, Fonzie's happier than he would be in a cage and it gives the neighbours stuff to talk about. If only I could offload with Emilia's family forever when we move.
The problem is my reputation would never recover. Looks like Fonzie is taking revenge on me.