My cat died right before christmas at 9 years old. I had her since she was a kitten. I didnt take it well, obviously, but somehow getting a new cat seemed like a good idea. I started randomly going to the humane society and saw this cute fluffy, pretty big cat. I adopted him like, a few days after new years. My dad hates cats, and animals in general, and I figured he was waiting for the cat to die so hed have one less animal in the house, but I guess he took pity on me when my first cat died and somehow gave the okay. I quickly went back right before they were about to move him to a different location because he had been there for over a month already without getting adopted, but they forgot him, so I got lucky and got to take him home. He was 6 years old. Anyways, first day, turns out he has diarrhea and roundworms. We took him back to get medicine for free and brought him back. He was much better. This is where I start feeling like shit. During the day the cat was great, very calm and lazy, which is great for our household. The problem is I've not really been used to cleaning up a litter box because my old cat would always go outside. My dad was clear he didnt want the cat anywhere in the house and didn't want more crap in the yard so I figured itd be fine in my room. My old cat also used to p much stay outside during the day and only come in at night so my dad never really had to see her. So basically I went from this super low maintenance cat that did everything perfectly to not upset my dad, to this older boy that had to stay locked up in my room, along with his litter box. I figured eventually hed be okay with going outside, so he could eventually distract himself but I was getting worried he'd get lost, and he didnt seem to want to go outside. The litter box smell was also getting problematic, but I figured it wouldnt be a big deal as I would soon buy an automatic litter box, but then this week i lost my job, so that wasnt happening anytime soon. But then, this week, we took my dog to the vet and it turns out she has a heart condition that's p much gonna require 3 medications daily for the rest of her life, which is not cheap. Now, my dad and I have no job. It's just my mom and little brother working, and I have a 20 unit semester coming up. Alright, fuck it, I can manage. But, then every night this guy has started to just, claw at me, bite me, and jump on me. Hed also keep meowing, which is also something I was not used to because my last cat never meowed. She also never clawed or bit. I dont think it was malicious and the scratching and biting wasnt super painful, i think he just wanted attention, which is understandable as hed just in my room all day. But frankly I started getting really annoyed, and it was so consistent that it started becoming this thing where I'd swear I'd return the cat the next day, until id wake up and think about how ridiculous that was. Well, last night my gf spent the night, and she has having a particularly bad allergic reaction to the cat that day. So eventually night came around, and of course the cat did the usual clawing, meowing, breaking stuff, all that. But he absolutely insisted on getting right next to her face, regardless of how often I moved him. I ended up waking up several times at night. I think that did it, because I promised myself I'd take him back the next day. And, well, morning came, and I didnt feel very annoyed anymore, as usual. But I figured it was the last chance I had to return him before the humane society would charge me to take him back. So I took him back, tearfully. I asked them if there was any way they could let call me if they ended up euthanizing the cat, so that I could adopt him anyways. They said they cant give out that info. I havent really been able to stop crying today. I took a picture of him right before I left him. He looked terrified, and sad somehow. I feel terrible, but I took that pic so I'd remember not to get a cat again, at least not until I know I can handle it, which may be never. I want him back, but idk if the humane society would just give him back to me after literally just returning him. As soon as I had a little more economic stability I could have bought him toys, and a better litter box, and had time to see if he liked being outside. If he didnt, I'd find other ways to distract him during the day. I worry I just gave up on him because I didnt want to clean up after him, have that smell in my room, and because I was just getting impatient. Ive been planning to move out in a few months once I got my degree anyway so it would have only been temporary. At the same time, I think perhaps my household was not the best for him. I think he'd benefit from being an indoor cat, where he could actually travel around the house, not confined to one room. I'm hoping he gets adopted, but I worry he may not. Before I adopted him, one of the ladies said they keep trying with him in particular by moving him to different locations, but who knows if that's true. Regardless, I fucked up. Idk why I'm writing this.
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