Why is it that people who would make great pet-owners are the ones with debilitating allergies, and the TB’s of the world like your step-daughter can happily mistreat one poor critter after another? Doesn’t seem fair.
Oh, and bless you for doing what you can for the cat!
Thank you…I feel sick about the whole situation!
I think that’s the time when it’s appropriate to go up to a table of four with one person at it and ask them if they mind if you join them. 
Dung Beetle, is it possible to have the cat spayed and return her to your step-daugher? Would that prevent her getting another one?
I will have to return the cat for lack of any better solution. I’ll be worried about it being outdoors*, but at least there won’t be kittens.
I don’t expect my step-daughter will pick up any more pets for a little while, since she has just had a baby. :smack: She has already been cautioned that she has to keep the baby, even if it becomes a “pain in the ass”!
*I think it has garage access too.
In all seriousness, would it not possibly be better if she did give the baby up?
In all seriousness, I think “people” like her shouldn’t reproduce, but I couldn’t find anyone to spay her… Anyway, she seems really interested in looking after the kid. knocks on wood
Well, here’s to her somehow being a good mother. 
I keep forgetting my own rant du jour - Christmas ads still playing on tv. IT’S OVER! WE DON’T HAVE TO ENDURE THIS ANY LONGER! KNOCK IT THE HELL OFF! Whew. That’s better.
My late mom was allergic unfortunately and she just loved kitties. My dad is trying adopt an older cat in her honor. People should have to take basic tests before they can adopt including making sure they understand that spaying and neutering are not optional in most circumstances. The humane society estimates we have to kill four million innocent cats and dogs each year in the US alone.
Ugh. People who pull that kind of shit should not be allowed to own a pet ever again. My own kitties were taken to the vet to be fixed as soon as the vet would do it.
My mother used to smoke in the car when I was in it, when I was a kid. No wonder I now have a chronic lung disease.
Why didn’t you just rent a saw?
(Sorry - I have a standing rule that I’m never, ever allowed to say something to Mrs. Chef that starts with the words “Why didn’t you just…”, and I was excited to get the chance to do it.)
Woke up around 1am with probable food poisoning. Didn’t get much sleep after that. Set a handful of tums next to the bed. Would wake up with acid reflux, eat half of one, roll over. When my alarm went off 3 hours later, I was down 6 tums. (ie, 12 times in 3 hours)
Went to work anyway. Stumbled through the day.
Better now, but I really feel like going to bed now and it’s not even 7pm. If I do, I’ll be awake at 3am. If I don’t, my luck I’ll be wide awake at 11pm.
Um, OK, for one thing is this the HSUS so you need to take anything they say with a BIG grain of salt. Like Grand Canyon size. Also, a goodly number of “pets” that are killed are feral cats which of course were originally the fault of careless humans but now are simply a problem of their own. And, far too many shelters are importing dogs from overseas (or here, from Mexico), usually cute little dogs, which causes a death inflation of big, untrained, teenage mixes. And finally, spay/neuter of cats is a much different issue than spay/neuter of dogs, so the two cannot be lumped together. Except by the HSUS who are working to eliminate pets in the home.
I agree, but the other guys in the group love it. We have this problem every damn time we go and they STILL want to go. For awhile Panera would move people along, but now they don’t bother.
Wait, you mean it DOESN’T hurt him as much as it hurts me??!!? Damn him!!!
Cramps.
That is all.
I don’t know about Cicero’s end of the woods, but in mine, the tools you can rent are all industrial-strength and industrial-size.
I wanted to rent a vaporetta to clean up my house after the electrician, bricklayer and carpenters were through, but the smallest models available were 1’20m tall and weighed over 100kg, and I live on a 3rd floor walk-in. I’m still finding pockets of brick dust, but at least I didn’t throw my back carrying the tools.
The only thing keeping me from tossing this piece of shit Hewlett Packard into somebody’s swimming pool is that I do not have any money to replace it. I’ve got a nine year old Dell that sucks less than this thing. I run the defrag, cleanup, antivirus and maintenance and I still have to go to System Restore twice a week.
Firefox is pissing me off by losing my bookmarks three times in a month. The modem is a fifty cent whore that needs to be reset every fucking day. I’m looking for a reason to haul off and punch somebody.
You live in an apartment in Venice, and you wanted to rent a canal boat to transport junk out of it?
(I take it “vaporetta” is a steam cleaner of some sort.)
Chipotle is the new Tuscany.
My mother-in-law is the sweetest lady on earth, but she’s irritating the Fuck out of me. Trading shifts at the hospital is such an adventure in Chip & Dale style politeness. If she would just once come out and say exactly what she wants, life would be so much easier. We spend 20 minutes establishing that she hasn’t eaten, and needs to, instead of her just saying “I haven’t eaten, let’s all go have dinner.” Meanwhile, the two starving little girls are getting hungrier and crankier while MIL beats around the bush and offers 90 different options that she thinks someone else might possibly prefer. And then, there’s the paranoid old lady routine, wherein she freaks out because I stop at the QuikEMart at midnight, or there are (gasp!) other people in the parking garage after dark, or she heard sirens overnight (at a hotel on the busiest street in town.) Love her dearly, but I wish she had a Valium and enough confidence to deal with life.