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In this week's Everything King, Wendy knows when right is right, when wrong is wrong and when cats are people
Inky the rescue cat

I am not a crazy cat lady.

"Passionate cat mom" would be preferable.

Did you hear about the lady in the United Kingdom who moved in with her boyfriend? After a year together, he dropped a bombshell.

Out of the blue, he demanded she get rid of all her cats because he couldn’t stand them any longer. He told her she was using the cats as a substitute for love. 

I believe she knew exactly what true love was, actually.

I hope she wasted no time kicking his butt to the curb. I also hope all his clothes had cat hair on them as she tossed them.

I saw this story on the and the fact I follow this still does not make me a crazy cat lady.

Pets are family — pure and simple — and if they aren’t then you shouldn’t be allowed the privilege of having one. It's an honour to share the planet with animals. It is a sacred mission to care for them or at least that is how I view it.

The fact this creep would even ask his girlfriend to give up her three rescues says so much about his character.

Let’s face it. If he truly loved her he wouldn’t have asked in the first place. I would say the same if it were a woman demanding it of her partner.

Judging by the number of cat/dog videos on social media, I have a feeling many people would feel the same.

I have always felt that you can tell a lot about a person’s character by the way they treat animals.

Have you ever had someone come into your home and ignore your pet? They don’t speak to them or pet them or take any notice of them. The hairs on the back of my neck go up immediately.

“Danger! Danger!”

I had a date once who never acknowledged my cat’s presence. The cat is 30 pounds and was stretched out on his back begging for a belly rub. The dude had to step over him. You really can’t ignore a cat. 

Otis climbed up on the couch and sat behind the guy’s head. Still, no response. Who does that?

A selfish creep, that’s who.

I couldn’t wait for him to get out of our home. Psycho!

American President Donald Trump has no pets. That’s just another thing that is wrong with him.

But, I digress.

It takes a lot of effort, money and commitment to be a pet parent. You need empathy. You need compassion. Just like being a real parent, you need to care about this little soul who depends on you MORE than you care about yourself. 

Once I fostered two newborn kittens. This is a noble thing to do. I was not cut out for it.

The two little guys I was given for eight weeks had lost their mother. They were so tiny and had to be fed every couple of hours from a bottle and because Mom was gone, they also had to be expressed. 

If you don’t know what that means, it's not pleasant and I had no clue what it meant at the time. Basically, because they were so little they needed to be stimulated to go to the bathroom until they learned on their own. Mother cats deserve a medal because it is gross!

My brilliant idea was to name them “Ugly” and “Horrible,” neither of which they were. They were adorable, one yellow and the other black and white. I thought the names might keep me from bonding. Fat chance. 

As the weeks went on, they grew so fast. One night I left them in their bed downstairs and woke up to them halfway up the Mount Everest of the staircase to find me. They slept with me. They climbed me like a tree.

When the foster period was up and it was time to give them back so they could be adopted I thought my heart would break. I brought them to the shelter with their baby pictures, toys and background story so their forever family would know their background and personalities.

I felt both “ugly and horrible."

I tell that story because it never left me. Their little faces not understanding why they were being passed off to another stranger to raise them.

That was after a few weeks. I can’t even imagine the pain of giving up a pet you’ve had for years.

I hope the British lady kept her cats and ditched the guy.   

At least that would have be my call for all nine lives.


About the Author: Wendy King

Wendy King writes about all kinds of things from nutrition to the job search from cats to clowns — anything and everything — from the ridiculous to the sublime. Watch for Wendy's column weekly.
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