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I grew up with two cats, Oreo and Tiger. Oreo was always considered my cat, and when he passed away in 2017 at the age of 16, I decided to get a tattoo of his paw print on my hip He was wonderful. My sister's cat never liked anyone but my sister. She would lay on you for two seconds and growl if you even breathed wrong. Now that my siblings and I have flown the nest, my parents have been watching Tiger. A few years ago though, Tiger developed cat diabetes and has to get an insulin shot twice a day. It's expensive and time consuming and all around just not fair. My sister is in the military and living in the barracks, my brother has a wife, 3 kids, 3 dogs and two cats, so whenever they need someone to watch their cat, it always falls on me. I have two cats of my own and a boyfriend who is, unfortunately, allergic to them.
But I hate this cat. I love cats so much, but I hate this cat. I'm watching her right now for over two weeks, and I can't stand her. She scratches me when I try and show any affection towards her. She hisses at my cats and tries to scare them off. When I was living at home and got my first kitten she tormented her, chased her, bit her, scratched her, and now they're back living under the same roof. She eats wet food so her litter box reeks more than my two other cats combined. She is just a mean cat that I can't do anything about. It's not fair that my parents have to take care of her and I feel it's unfair that I have to have this mean old cat dumped in my lap. I want to love her, like I said I love cats, but I can't do anything with her, she won't let me. I don't want to leave her alone couped up in my guest bedroom, but I feel powerless. And I really fucking hate this cat.
TL;DR I hate my parents and can't do anything about it. Am I a bad person?
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