So Ya know I have an uncle that's kinda like my father figure. He'd spend time with me when I was was going through a rough time. I'd help him with chores sometimes and we'd talk. He has a few acres so we'd talk a lot. At the time I was switching between, sleeping for days only waking up to pee and drink more water never more then 4 days and not sleeping for days longest was 12 days(yes I'm aware for the health implications). I had dropped out out of school due to poor grades and continued emotional break downs(just crying in class, and dipping out when confronted). So the interacting with my uncle were really comforting for me.
So this all starts with me just seeing a little kitten. A little kitten with little brown dots over her eyes and brown mouth. She was a little calico cat, so it might be surprising for her remind me of dead rottweiler (rottweiler mutt). But she did, I'm not sure why. Now I didn't have friends in elementary, so I was very attached to my dog angel. She was very protective of me, she'd put my sisters dogs in line(nearly kill them) when she saw them bite me. She'd obey and let me walk her even though I was half her weight. No one could touch me when she was around, to point if she saw my parent hit me she'd growl. Like you can guess what would happen when she'd do this. That's how much this dog loved me.
She passed away when I was 15, she was 16. After my family moved out of sate. We left with a family member because she had a stroke 6 months earlier.
You can imagine how IRRATIONALLY I fawned over this kitten. Like I scooped her ignoring the other kittens(don't remember how many but it was at least 6). She was a sweet little thing. Didn't nip or dig her claws into my hands and fingers. She'd follow my hand around when I'd snap. She was as chill as a kitten can be. If you cup your hand over her face, she'd fall asleep and purr. I spent the two days I was at his house attached to this cat. She just like mad me forget how upset I was at the the time.
My mind was consumed and elated, when I was dropped off at home. In my mind I had decided that this kitten would breath like back into my broken life. I decide that I'm going to ask my mom if I can ask my uncle for the kitten. I got so psyched up I wasn't able to sleep. So I get to work, clean my sty of a room and kittied proof it. I end up with 5 full garbage bags. I even decide that I'm going to recycle the scrap metal(trash) I collected as a "hobby". I flip my handmedown mattress against the wall to vacuum up the dead centipedes and roaches. I make a bed frame for my California twin. Using a bed frame for a single the head bored for a full and an old weight bench. (My room was the basement of an old house) I use cardboard(from boxes) to block of the underside of my bed, and the utility room/crawlspace. I take the couch above my room that no one used. I set it up across from my dresser and tv. So my room is looking good like there's a real person living there. Like it I made it look nice, It was a real turn around.
So in the morning I show my room to my mom. She's hella impressed, shocked that I did in all in one night. She even comments that if took a girl down there that she'd be impressed. Immediately saying I was not allowed to have girl down there. So I ask her if could ask my uncle for a kitten, "because I'm in love with one of the little kitten." She say, "If you're willing to do all this in one night, I'm more then okay with you getting a cat." Sweet she's on bored. A few days later I ask him, "Can I have kitten? Because I really love the calico, she's so sweet." He said, "yeah if your mom says it's okay." So I tell him that she already said it was okay, that ask if it's still okay he says yes. So I thank him over and over again and give him a big hug.
He takes me to his youth group that week. In the car my auntie brings it up.
Auntie: So Tea we're taking the kittens to other city in three weeks to get fix. So you can pick from bitty or hissy, because we're keeping the rest.
Me: Oh really?
Auntie: Yeah so you just have to wait 3 weeks.
Me: Well I really only wanted calico. Because she so sweet, she'll come to me when I snap, and will sleep on my lap.
Auntie: Your cousin loves that cat too much. Plus she look just like her mom so we wanna keep them together.
Me. Oh okay.. sorry... Well I don't like bitty because he just attacks. And hissy doesn't let me hold her...... Sorry nevermind.... thank you soo much..... I only like calico because she's sweet.
Auntie: Of course sweetie. Hissy and bitty are sweet too.
I feel like I've made it clear that I'm no longer wanting a kitten and am embarrassed. I don't really talk the rest of the day. When I'm dropped off my auntie say 3 weeks. I don't respond and go inside, and cry a little before falling asleep. I'm thinking that I've made myself clear. I mope around for a few days I passing up the next two Sunday school and youth group. When I've calmed down I go to the Sunday school before they're taking the kittens to get fixed. On the way there my auntie says they're take kittens to get fixed in 3 days. I say oh cool or something, not thinking much of it. Then on the way home she says, "Have you decided if you want hissy or bitty?" I'm like no, I stop reply because i don't know how to explain. I'm quit the rest of the way home while she talks about them. They drop me off and I hope she understood my silence. Obviously that's not how conversations work.
The day after they got them fixed my auntie texted me.
Auntie: We have to wait a few for their stitches to heal. But you can come pick up bitty. We gave hissy to someone else.
Me: Oh auntie I thought I made it clear I didn't want one of the cats anymore. I'm so so sorry.
Auntie: Why not? Did your mom change her mind?
Me: No I didn't want a cat. I just wanted calico. That's why I didn't go to church after you said I couldn't have her.
Auntie: Oh are you sure you don't want bitty?
Me: I'm so sorry auntie.
Then about an hour later, I get a text from an unknown number. It's calling me ungrateful, disrespectful, that they were only giving me a cat because I'm family and that I was being manipulative. That I didn't deserve cat and definitely not a nice sweet cat. So I call my auntie apologizing ,crying, and explain how I was feeling about how high I felt after I saw the kitten. How she reminded of my dog, how I was going to name her Seraphim after her. That she was the whole point to me cleaning my room. I apologizing for being rude and disrespectful. She doesn't understand why I'm so worked up and says its okay and that I should go to sleep. So I hang up and go to sleep.
I wake up when my mom gets home. I show her the text and explain everything, ask her if she thinks my auntie hates me now. My mom was like your auntie wouldn't even say any of this to me that one of my cousin must have. So she has me call my auntie and tell her. I call her and she picks and just start crying, so my mom takes the phone. I go to my room to calm down. When they finished my mom called me back up stair. She tells me that which cousin it and to not take it personally because that's what she does. That she terrorized her sibling too and that even their psychologist gave up on her saying she's just a bitch.
A month after all this, my mom went on Craigslist looking for free cats. Ask everyone about the kittens behavior. Till one day she takes to Walmart and has me get cat food, litter, a litter box, and 3 cat toys. I tell her I don't just a cat, I want a sweet cat. She says she knows, but we're going to 3 places. That we're finding me a cat today. I feel really unhappy with having to do this but just go a long with it.
We get to the first house, knock on the door. A woman and her two kids come to the door, with a tabby a grey cat with orange spots. The tabby runs out and starts smelling mine and my mom's shoes. But the gray cat is stretched out belly up purring as loud as possible in a little girls arms. So my mom and the woman start talking. The woman asks if I want to hold the cats and I say I wanna hold the gray. So I take the her from the little girl. The cat purrs super loud and starts snipping me. I say I want her, but my mom says their only giving them away as pair. But the lady says if you just want the girl you can. She was only saying as a pair because no one wanted her. So we took her home she wasn't a kitten maybe 6months to a year old. She had been the runt of the litter and slept cuddling with the little girl. This cat is the sweetest cat in the world. My urged me to see other cats that weren't "ugly" and that was still a kitten. But I just wanted a sweet cuddly kitten, and she was.(Still is)
But back to the calico cat because it kinda sucks what happened. Like a year later one of my younger cousins asked for the same cat. The cousin that was so in love with her kitten said she wanted nothing to do with and was forced to name her. So my auntie admitted that she was the only one that had problem giving the calico kitten up. Now that wouldn't bother me if it weren't for one fact..... So this was the third litter of kittens.... They would get kittens so they could be "mousers"... Only one survived from the first, the mom of the third was the only survivor of second.... So the calico ended up dying, and all but one of the third litter died with 2 year. The mom ran away when her kittens started dying. But not before she had another litter. They sold them, starved her, and she watched her kittens starve to death or get eaten another.
Like I get that people get to choose if they give up their animals. But It's like you have track record of killing cats. You know this cat would be safer with me. That I would have loved this cat. That you could see her at least twice a week. Now she's dead. Starved to death, or eaten by a coyote if she was lucky. Luckily after losing 18(+) cat no KITTENS they realize the whole mouser plan doesn't work if you don't feed them. Now the survivor from the first and third litters rarely leave the house. But the only reason they lived was that they were lazy selfish and anti-social.
So that's the story of how I got my cat.
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