Who needs a hug?
I find that most cats are better then alot of poeple I know.
Coincidence?
I agree-I like cats more than I like most people.
Did anyone else see that picture that was going around years ago with the woman exercising on the rowing machine with the huge dildo sticking out? Cause that’s what this thread reminds me of.
Hijack? What hijack? I don’t see any…oh. Excuse me. Good for the OP, good for kitty, hope druggie neighbour pays for his sins some day.
< tapping her fingers…waiting for a damn phone call… >
BITCH, love me, call me, give me a good lesbian love making session.
I am not happy…I want you, I need you, come see me, if nothing else, call me.
At least the neighbors are outta there, although lord knows where they end up. That shit like this is allowed to roam the land dealing in other people’s misery makes me sick.
And Byz, dearheart? Remember that, although the unfeeling bastards were obviously only thinking of themselves when they abandoned Simon, he’s in much better hands now. So be happy that he doesn’t have to exist under such adverse conditions.
I know I’d be happy curled up on your lap.
what kind of cat was he?
Good on you for taking the cat in.
I don’t really have any love for cats whatsoever, but I still like them more than I like most people. Cats is cats, but some people are just plain evil.
“You know, there are a lot of tasty de-caffeinated brands of coffee on the market today.” --paraphrased, Real Genius
“Guess I should check them out.” --actual quote, Byzantine
I apologize.
For blasting Miller for being snide. I’ve done that same kind of post in the Pit too.
I have no excuse. For being such a bitch. Except my whole history here, on the SDMB. Funny, some were so shocked, others, not so much. I have history, I guess.
But that night, the night I posted my rant, I was so wrapped up in how cold people can be to domesticated animals, I forgot how cold I can be to another human.
I wasn’t mad at you hon, not at all.
I was so damn mad that no one, hell, my own mother tried to get me to calm down. But I couldn’t. It really irked me. Pushed every “hot” button in my head that those assholes, on TOP of everything else they did, which was substantial, also abandoned this innocent cat.
Miller, when you walked in and made a joke, I took it personal. You didn’t mean it that way. I know. Looking back, I can see I lost it, flipped out. I blasted back because the real focus of my rage was long gone. A month or more gone. You got the full of what I couldn’t hit the assholes next door with.
And I’m sorry.
You didn’t deserve it, hadn’t earned it. You just walked up with a huge red bull’s eye on your back. Frankly? I think the first person to walk in and post would have gotten blasted with both barrels, no holds barred.
I was in a “mood”. A very, very bad one.
FYI: Simon ran off yesterday. I don’t know where he is. The landlord cleaned up the place today, and it looks like he’s moving in his sister. She won’t complain. If the roof caves in, she won’t say shit even if she gets a mouthful.
But I will.
Let’s all just say Byzantine (I love talking about myself in the third person) will get her shit together and go after those deserving of her rage.
And that sure as shit isn’t Miller.
Peace, bud. Pals?
P.S. Techchick, you total tart! Call you bitch? Fuck, I can’t call you! Only because you get me too hot. I’ll send you a funky email though…come on, I know you want it!
Byz, I know I mentioned this before, but that’s exactly the same thing that happened to me when I tried to rescue a homeless kitty. I named her “Olivia”, because she’d had such a bad life (it’s an Oliver Twist reference, only female); she was in such bad shape. Just a tiny kitty; I figured she was at most 2 years old. When I brought her to the vet, I was told that Olivia had to have been at least 15 years old, based on the condition of her teeth (about the most reliable indicator of age, I guess). She was almost literally skin and bones.
After I brought her back from the vet, she took off, and I never saw her again. Broke my heart. I really, really hope you see Simon again. I always though that Olivia’s vet visit (which included scraping the tartar off her teeth) just freaked her out so much that she just ran after I let her out of the carrier, and didn’t feel any compelling reason to come back. I wish she had. Then I’d have four cats instead of three (well, probably not, actually, as that was 8 or 9 years ago). 
LindyHopper–you marshmallow you, just like me. We can’t say no, can we? Animal in need, we pull up and take notice. And sometimes it happens that they leave us shortly after. Funny how that never stops us. From taking in the next stray. We never learn, as they say.
I guess you’re like me; you never learnt to give up.
We’ll always try. Always. No matter how futile it seems. And why is that? Hell, I know. It’s because we care. Kindred spirit are you to me.
You don’t cave in, me either. I’ve never given up. Never will. I think Simon will come back to me. And I’ll be ready to take him in.
Do you think we can get other’s to open their eyes?
Don’t buy your pet in a store; adopt from the Humane Society. Take in a stray in your neighborhood and have it fixed or spayed.
And do your best.
By all those animals or humans.
Just always strive to do your best.
Yeah, I never learn. Although I (like you, apparently) choose to view that as a good thing.
I really want Simon to come back to you. Just like I wish Olivia had come back to me. The best we can do for other people is to lead by example. You can’t force compassion.
And I would never buy a cat or dog from a pet store. The next dog(s) I buy will be Humane Society puppies. Like I said before, there are enough unwanted animals in the world; might as well reduce that number.
At the risk of sounding utterly pretentious and morally superior, Byz, keep fighting the good fight!
Hey Byz, any update on Simon’s whereabouts?
Not for nothing, but I missed Byzantine’s apology when she first posted it, and I just wanted to say that I appreciate it. Probably should have put in at least a token reference to the actual point of the OP in my post, anyway. Well, whichever. We’re all cool here, Byz.