This is why I don't like people!

[Fox One]

Wow. She should be bound and put in a nondescript cardboard box, then dropped in the middle of a freeway. Hey, maybe she'll get as lucky as the kitties! Hope not, though.

I, as a rule, don't wish death on anything. But when it wishes death on another, I figure I'm just helping to balance the scale.

EDIT: Typos...>_<

[BethB]

This makes me so fuming angry!! My mother in law lives in a trailer court where people seem to loooove abandoning their cats. She will feed them until they are comfortable around her and then she takes them to the shelter.

My own furball, Aeris, was a stray. She was the ONLY kitten who would play. All the other kittens cowered in their cages but she was all "look at me!! Look at ME!!!" I think she was also seriously malnourished because she looked about 10-12 weeks old. We were informed after she was spayed that she was actually in heat. But she is spoiled and has the huge rump to prove it.

[zzapp the witch]

We adopted a blue-eyed "flame point" Siamese, (you know the orange tipped ones) from the shelter, cause, well, we already had a cat friendly dog, and we wanted a cat. Named him Blue, cause the dog's name is Red. He....doesn't like the way clean laundry smells, would piss all over it. He would use the box, sure, but he just HAD to pee on my laundry. That and run all over the house and scrabble on the wood floors all night. All he wanted was to be outside, and he did get out, but he comes in to visit. It works out, he lives in a special lighted box with food and water under the house here, there's even a window in the crawlspace panel in the office to watch him from (the dog sits there and licks it all the time).

Of course, we needed a new lapwarmer, so we adopted a black nebelung whose full title is Princess Maja Fuzzybutt of the Foot Ninja Clan. She attacks de feetz! She'll shoot out from under something, wrap around a foot and let you have a nibble before she shoots off again to lurk for another victim. But she is the ruler of the house and a bit of a snob, only deigning to let us pet her on what must be special "Make your people feel loved by letting them pet you" cat holidays.

Then, around the 4th of July, the bf was helping ol' Crazy Floyd up the road here on his property when he heard a noise. And then he heard it again. So he walked to the noise.....and almost stepped on it. This tortoiseshell kitten that couldn't have been over 2 months old sat at his feet and in his words, "Demanded I pick her up right now, as she was tired of walking." Said kitten crawled up and around his head and sat on his shoulder and said the cat equivalent of "Mush." We put up a lost notice, cleaned the mites out of her ears (poor thing must have been nearly deaf, it was straight black and crusty in there!), treated fleas, waited 2 weeks, took her to the vet, and amended the notice at the local store to say that if they wanted her back they could help us pay the $100 in vet bills. So now we have our Sweetheart, the cat that sits on my chest and PURRS to wake me up in the middle of the night (maybe I'm snoring?)

And lets not forget Mr. Dove. To be precise, this would be Poet Laureate Percival Dovetonsils the Third, a ring necked dove that someone brought us at the county fair and my mom had me bring home and quarantine. Most obviously handled a lot in his life, and very sweet. Still looking for a future Mrs. Dovetonsils though. But then, taking the original Mr. Dovetonsils into account, maybe I need to get him a MISTER Dovetonsils.

Bf and I have been talking about setting out some live traps here to catch the strays to take in and make sure they're fixed, I'm tired of having to shoot animals getting into the chickens, or dogs harassing sheep. I've shot more feral dogs than I can count and its a sad, sad thing that I never want to have to do again. I can't imagine intentionally neglecting or abandoning a domesticated animal......They're called DOMESTICATED for a reason. Its our job to care for them as much as they care for us.

[Whiskey]

So now we have our Sweetheart, the cat that sits on my chest and PURRS to wake me up in the middle of the night (maybe I'm snoring?)

Isnt it great how cats can make you feel like youve done something wrong? my nermal will lay across my face (nose AND mouth) until i wake up

i had the gall to not pet her while i slept.

[Kristev]

I'm just sick over this. I'd never do this to an animal.

[Fire_on_High]

This tortoiseshell kitten that couldn't have been over 2 months old sat at his feet and in his words, "Demanded I pick her up right now, as she was tired of walking." Said kitten crawled up and around his head and sat on his shoulder and said the cat equivalent of "Mush."

Torti-tude for ya!

[Mytical]

I have some unusual encounters with animals. They seem to just adore me. When I was really young, we had a dog go rabid. Me, I went out played with the animal, and even rabid it wouldn't bite me. Anybody who tried to get close to get me away, was not so fortunate. I was just there petting the 'pretty doggy', and finally they had to lure me away. They unfortunately had to put the dog down (being rabid), but they couldn't ever figure out why it never even offered to bite me.

Then there was our next door neighbor. He didn't like me much. Anyhow, he had a trained German Sheppard attack dog. He was a crotchety old man, who didn't like kids..at all. He would sick the dog on any kid who dared come into his yard. Well, I had to go over for some reason (to return something my dad had borrowed I think). Sure enough, he sicked the dog on me. It came bounding at me, and I just looked at it (a little stunned). It jumped on me..and started licking my face. I was laughing and saying "Oh such a mean dog.." when the guy come out all furious. I returned the item, petted the dog some. It had previously bitten at least two other kids, so we knew it was a bitter. No clue why it didn't bite me.

We had a feral cat that wouldn't let anybody but me pet it.

Kids also adore me, never quite figured that out either.

[lobo94]

Torti-tude for ya!

My wee one is a tortie. Nipper is a real sweetheart. A handful at times, but I love her.

[XCashier]

I have some unusual encounters with animals. They seem to just adore me....Kids also adore me, never quite figured that out either.

Animal magnetism?

[Mytical]

Animal magnetism?

Now, if only that magnetism worked on humans of the opposite sex

[ExRetailDrone]

People who would abuse and abandon their pets make me furious I couldn't ever imagine treating a pet in such horrible ways. As it is, my husband and I have to give up our 2 cats for a while since we're moving into an apartment that doesn't allow pets But we're not abandoning them. Luckily, my mother-in-law loves animals as much as we do and she's taking them while we're living in that apartment. We'll only be there while my husband is teaching this year, but it's still rough.

One of our cats was abused by his previous owners. He's such a sweet, affectionate cat, I cannot understand how anyone could abuse such a lovable creature. He gets freaked out when I get out a new garbage bag to place in the can, which makes me wonder if he used to get stuffed into them He's gotten better, but if he's too close when I get one out, he bolts.

My in-laws have a dog that was abused. My mother-in-law helps adopt out strays and abandoned animals, which sometimes means she takes them in for a while so that they have a home. This dog ended up not being able to be adopted out, so she's become part of my in-laws family of pets. She used to have a chomping problem - when she got excited (which is whenever she met someone new or someone she hadn't seen in a while) she would start chomping her jaws together, which obviously detracted greatly from the rest of her personality. She wasn't trying to hurt anyone, she wasn't angry, it was just her way of showing extreme excitement. She rarely does it anymore, but at this point I don't think she would be able to be separated from my mother-in-law. It's too bad, too, because she has so much energy that she would do better with a family that had a couple of older kids who were very active. She's a greyhound/pit bull mix - oddest looking dog I have ever seen, but adorable - and her energy reserve is unlimited. I once saw her get out of the house and take off down the street. My husband started running after her, my sister-in-law jumped on a bike and chased her, and my father-in-law jumped in the truck. Only my father-in-law could catch her.

[Amethyst Hunter]

There are 'people' on this planet who need to be very glad I don't have god-like powers. Some of the first to be 'recycled' would be people who abandon helpless pets.

Recycled, hell. Compost is too good for those . I'd fling so many smiting lightning bolts around it'd make the fabled Judgment Day look like a kiddie sparkler on a cake.

Glad the poor kitties in the OP's story were spared!

[Fire_on_High]

One of our cats was abused by his previous owners. He's such a sweet, affectionate cat, I cannot understand how anyone could abuse such a lovable creature. He gets freaked out when I get out a new garbage bag to place in the can, which makes me wonder if he used to get stuffed into them He's gotten better, but if he's too close when I get one out, he bolts.

Be careful assuming abuse. We got our boys at 10 weeks and they've always had the best treatment, but one of the two is just plain skittish, no two ways about it. A sneeze, a cough, walking towards him, something like the garbage bag that you mention...all will send him bolting. His brother is one of the smartest, most confident and self assured cats I've ever known.

[Sleepwalker]

She may have been caught by the bag monster at some point in her life.

One of mine managed to get a shopping bag wrapped around her belly when I was putting up groceries and FLEW around the apartment until finally she burrowed under the bedclothes and shook like a leaf while I debagged her. Ever since she's been a bit skittish around bags. I've heard about the bagmonster from other cat owners, so I don't think it's a rare occurrence.

[ralerin]

My mom has a bad habit of popping plastic bags (making an air bubble in them and slamming them with her fist until they pop). I hate it, it wakes me up. And now J.J is officially freaked out by plastic bags. Whenever he hears one now he skids into the other room.

Sally is afraid of the baby gates because they fell on her a few times. If she hears one or sees one, her paws scrabble on the floor until she gets away.