There, I said it.
It started when he met his now wife and they moved into a lovely little home in suburbia. First it was 3 cats and two dogs… then it was just a few strays they were feeding here and there.
The next I heard he was building an enclosure for the large number of strays hanging around his back yard… you know, so they wouldn’t be without some shade during the blistering summer.
Now, more than a year later, I find out that there are roughly 3 dozen cats in my ex’s house.
Now, he and his wife are not bad people. They recognize that this is a problem, but with no money to spay/neuter the strays, they’ve basically just allowed themselves to be overwhelmed.
I do not want my son around a million cats when he visits his father. It’s not sanitary, it can’t be. He lives about 80 miles from me, so we meet in the middle to transport my son back and forth for visitations. My son says the house is messy and that there are too many cats, but it could be worse than that. He definitely returns to my house with a distinct cat odor every time he goes to visit.
I feel like the worst human being ever for telling my well-intentioned ex that I don’t want my son to visit him… but I feel like the worst mom ever for letting my son spend any time in that environment.
So today, the straw broke. My ex called and advised that he’s going to have an inspection (did I mention this is a rental) on the 19th and can our son please come help him get the place cleaned out this week…
AAGH. Our son is almost 14, so he’s not necessarily a toddler who is going to play around in cat feces given half the opportunity or anything, but I can’t help but think this is NOT something my son should be doing.
That said, I do want to help my ex out. I’d be happy to help him this weekend, but I just don’t know what good that is going to do with a million cats that will, no doubt, be coming right back in after this inspection.
So I blew up at him over the phone. I told him that he and his wife may be animal hoarders and that it puts both them and my son at risk and that he HAS to get rid of most of these cats. He agreed and admitted he’s just basically become overwhelmed and isn’t sure wtf to do now.
Guess what? I have NO idea what to do now either. Where do you take that many cats? I’m told the pound/humane society charge a drop off fee (which I understand, but neither of us are in a financial situation where we can pay for some place to take that many cats) and I don’t know what else we can do besides calling the authorities.
It breaks my heart to even consider that, since I’m going through a separation right now (with my current husband, ex and I have been divorced for 12 years) and with my son as upset as he is over his lack of a father figure in our home, I can’t imagine risking his father getting arrested for something that is basically good intentions gone awry.
So what now? Any ideas? Recommendations? Anybody have experience with friends/family who hoard animals? I feel completely sick right now.