Roxydog
Super Boxer
It all began before he moved in as my room mate. He found a stray female cat and kept her. It wasnt long before she was pregnant and had her 1st litter at less than a year old. He moved in when the kittens were still new babies... For some reason he decided to keep one of her babies, a male :rolleyes: Neither of them had been fixed and it wasnt long before a second litter was due. This time the father was the mommas own son. The momma cat is a terrible mother. She doesnt clean her babies and the first litter 2 died, the second...2 suvived. I was crying and worried and shocked that he wasnt taking her to the vet with the second litter cos she was in bad shape and she just left the babies to die still in ther sacs, umbilical cords wound together so the babies were tied together. It was tragic. Still after all of that he REFUSED to get his cats fixed. His argument...It would turn the male into a wimp :rolleyes: and the female would change her personality. Take into consideration that the momma cat is WILD! She is scared of people and runs away if you get within a few feet of her. She is a bad house pet as she destroys everything. She was found as a ferral cat and she will always be a ferral cat at least in her personality. This cat could USE a personality change. I was sick of the male getting into fights, coming home beat up, limping and then hollering at the door to go back outside. One day I came home and my room reeked! The male had sprayed the wall and my bed. That was it! I finally dug in, saved MY money and made appointments to get the cats fixed. I brought in the male. Everything was seamless except of course roomie was PISSED! The female however was pregnant AGAIN by the time her appt. was scheduled and besides that, I couldnt even think of catching her. Now today 2 weeks later. You guessed it...another litter is born. The house I'm in is fairly old and the basement is not entirely finished. In the laundry area there is a place where momma cat can get up into the space between the basement ceiling and the upstairs floor. She had been spending a lot of time in there hiding from people and I just had a feeling that was the place where the babies would be born. In a dark, dirty place where we cant see them or reach them. I tried to get roomie to help me seal off the space cos I couldnt reach it or do it all by myself. He is one of the laziest people I have ever encountered and he refused and told me that he didnt think she would go up there to deliver. I got in the shower this morning and from the bathroom floor I could hear the babies crying. I was crushed! I have tried to wake roomie several times and told him what happened and here it is, 1:30 in the afternoon and he is still in bed and has not even looked at his cat. I dont know what to do. I cant reach the cat and now the babies are all silent and I fear the worst. Not to mention that I dread the smell that is bound to happen here in a day or so. I'm sooo sorry this is such a novel but I needed to vent and I don't know what to do. People like him should not be allowed to have animals. Needless to say he also has a daughter somewhere whom he never sees. People like him put such a sour taste in my mouth.