Yesterday the local humane society couldn't take Mr. Mittens so he's at my partner's grandmother's house staying on the porch with everything he needs. We also had a guy over to clean the carpets and may have to replace them for obvious reasons. My mother-in-law told me he's happy to be outside on the enclosed porch so I guess that's something for now. He can enjoy the outdoors and he's pretty well cared for but I'll feel uneasy until I know for sure he has a permanent home again.

You see, there's another side to the story I hadn't talked about before: My father-in-law. About 4 and a half years ago we had to move out of our apartment with an enclosed porch (which the cat loved) because the ceiling had black mold. That meant we had to move so we ended up at the FIL's house.

That's when the talk about getting rid of him started. It only got worse when he bought the condo for us. And he's only here once a year, around this time for some biking event he goes to and the rest of the year he's either at home in California or on vacation overseas. Gee, I wish I had the money or the resources to leave America and never look back. I'd take the whole adopted family with me too.

And today he told my MIL 'good riddance. that cat was a problem from day one.' Yeah. Congrats, bud. You won. Pat yourself on the fuckin' back why dontcha?

This, my friends, is why I like cats, no matter their background, more than most people. They don't judge you based on how you look or your disabilities and despite their misunderstood nature they have more love to give than some people ever will. To be honest I haven't had a 'human' friend outside my partner and MIL (and her partner) and maybe a few co-workers I visit from time to time in years. And people like the FIL are the reason why. He's helpful when he needs to be but that doesn't change the fact that he's an ass a lot of times.

I dread the moment Pumpkin and Midnight figure out he isn't coming back because I can't explain it to them. Especially Pumpkin, because he and Mr. Mittens were joined at the hip at times, occasional spats aside. Midnight loved him too but when it came to food they were pretty competitive, as is the nature of the beast with Bombays. Still, I'll just have to play the waiting game.

See ya around,

Aspie