...as I've read the other posts to the Bridge, it brought to the surface something I thought I had gotten over. I guess not.
In my 20's, I still ived with my parents. After the loss of the family dog (15 years old), my Mom adopted a beautiful little girl we named Callie, as she was black and orange, our little "Halloween cat". Anyway, Callie was great; a "standard issue" cat.
So, after having Callie for a few years, we ended up rescuing a kitten that had crawled into the engine compartment of my brother-in-law's car...hid behind the headlight cavity! At first, my Mom hesitated to introduce a street cat into our house, but eventually we did. Named Lucky due to his circumstances, he got along well with Callie. He physically outgrew Callie, but they played great. They even used to tag team the new/old dog my Mom adopted.
Well, eventually, I moved out to an apt. about 10 min. from Mom's. I visited at least once a week. One week I went, Callie & Lucky wouldn't come out to see me. Turns out my Mom gave them away, because she didn't think she could keep up with caring for them.(I couldn't have cats at my apartment) I was crushed! To this very day, I have no idea what became of my/our cats...I'm very sad now/still.
Bill
In my 20's, I still ived with my parents. After the loss of the family dog (15 years old), my Mom adopted a beautiful little girl we named Callie, as she was black and orange, our little "Halloween cat". Anyway, Callie was great; a "standard issue" cat.
So, after having Callie for a few years, we ended up rescuing a kitten that had crawled into the engine compartment of my brother-in-law's car...hid behind the headlight cavity! At first, my Mom hesitated to introduce a street cat into our house, but eventually we did. Named Lucky due to his circumstances, he got along well with Callie. He physically outgrew Callie, but they played great. They even used to tag team the new/old dog my Mom adopted.
Well, eventually, I moved out to an apt. about 10 min. from Mom's. I visited at least once a week. One week I went, Callie & Lucky wouldn't come out to see me. Turns out my Mom gave them away, because she didn't think she could keep up with caring for them.(I couldn't have cats at my apartment) I was crushed! To this very day, I have no idea what became of my/our cats...I'm very sad now/still.
Bill
aranoid3 They told me Spotty did not accept the new baby and growled and snipped at him often. My parents are wonderful people who had no choice but to give my dog away. It took them many years to finally "confess" to me the fate of my dog. Needless to say I understood completly,something I know I could not have done at age 6!!!! I am sure I would have told them to get rid of the baby:laughing:
