Geez. There are plenty of times when you know someone has screwed you over (school, work, etc. etc.) but you have no way of proving it. Just because Si Amigo doesn’t have CSI-style DNA, enhanced video, and omnipotent PC database style evidence doesn’t mean he’s got nothing at all.
Sux losing a cat (our first two wandered away when we let them out too soon) and if anyone specifically takes our current cat (~9 years and counting) I’d be indescribably mad at them.
Thanks for all you input Tripler, it really has been a story thats kind of been building up inside of me for most of the last year and your respones helped me get thru the thinking process of why I came to the decision that I did.
I have completed my rant and will consider this last day a day of remembrance to my cat, Prince, on the almost one year anniversiry of his disappearance. He was a good cat and a much better speller than I. ;j He has been missed.
Suspecting a catwalk, huh?
Flippancy aside, I love cats and if someone had messed with one of mine, I think I’d have rapidly moved to the “sledgehammer-meet-knees” phase.
If you suspect the guy, where do you think he’s stashed your cat for over a year? It might be possible to look into it, maybe even engage in some intelligence-gathering, since shunning doesn’t seem to help.
I read this and my first thought was, “I’ve got your cat! And you’re not getting him back!”
Then I read the bit about small town, small county. Ah. I live in a big city.
Also this cat loves the outdoors, unless there’s either a thunderstorm or a lawn mower nearby. (By nearby I mean, nearby and mowing.)
The thing is this very handsome spotted cat wandered into my back yard last summer, right around the time you lost yours, and he is a sweetheart, and we actually looked rather zealously for Lost Cat posters etc. In our neighborhood. For about a week. Checked him for a chip. Then got him shots and all that.
But we didn’t steal him. (The cops are right; nobody steals cats, not even expensive ones.)
So I will spend a few minutes feeling sorry for whoever lost this great cat, and for you for losing your great cat. And then I will go play some fetch with him. I hope your cat ended up in a loving home, but he probably did (as cats make lousy stew).
I have personally witnessed a cat open a screen door. From the outside. To get IN the house. You’d be surprised what a motivated (spooked) cat can accomplish.
This cat could actually turn door knobs, but never got into the habit of shutting the door behind himself! Mind you, this is not the shabbily built up porch that some might imagine. It’s built on a concrete slab with “real” windows and walls. A screen door and a “real” door. It’s a finished porch that leads to deck, very cat secure.
Yes, I trust that whoever got him (even the pyscho guy I’ve been ranting about) is taking good care of him, for he was a quite lovable cat. Even people that didn’t like cats liked this cat because he acted more like a dog than a housecat. But I do know this, he had to be upset when it happen and when he got upset he would spray . . .
Actually, I was thinking of becoming friends with this guy again and making a little side trip to Byran’s place in Quebec as a friendly, let’s be friends again road trip. Cat lover, knee buster. Byran does have some redeeming qualities about him.
Trip, I beginning to suspect that you may just enjoy hearing me rant!
Well, then. Let me start my vengange rant if you may allow . . … :eek:
You unbecoming piece of low life vermon. So you have my cat, what has that gained you? As symbol of your very sickness now exist in your home you no longer need a mirror to look into the darkness of your soul! You have a flesh and blood enbodyment of your lack of humanity and compassion! A focal point on which to base the total waste of your life as a human. Yes, my cat may eat and sleep by your side, but he WILL NEVER BE YOURS. No matter how much you fantisize about your victory over me, my cat will always know his true place in the world. The happy times we spent knowing each other, these will never be yours to achieve. Me and my cat know this. All you have are empty dreams. Dreams of a life that will never be yours. You are empty shell of a person and will die that way. :mad:
And I thought I couldn’t take it any further. :wally
I want you to know one thing: On my initial read, I didn’t get past this quote. I think you are quite mistaken in blaming one individual in a situation you have no idea occurred.
I do hope your cat is okay. I do hope he has a good home, regardless what happened to him.
However, I will not idly stand by in this thread and let you assign guilt to an individual you want to blame, but have no evidence to hold against.
He may be guilty, he may be not. I won’t let you be his judge under these circumstances.
Tripler
You’ve povided your unsubstantiated opinion. I ask you to logically connect the dissapearance of your cat with this individual.
Ah yes, logic. But you must agree my fine gentleman, that the very definitiion of a rant makes it illogical.
It is done for the mere enjoyment of venting pent up frustration that is ill-defined by logic or as a vehicle of conveying ill-logical, disconnected emotions. That’s why it is a rant.
You have been a fine foil my my rant. And for that, I thank you.
Well, everyone, if you dearly love the animal or if it’s something exotic like a bengal cat or expensive like a parrot, shell out the cash and get it microchipped. I’m sorry your kitty’s gone.