Well, as some of you know I'm back in Louisiana to see my family. Of course, the drama is never ending here, so it's no surprise that the second day I'm here, I already have my own little drama unfolding.
Firstly, my Uncle Jr. HATES
cats. Really, he DOES NOT like them at all! When I stayed with my Aunt Stacey (his wife) before I moved to Finland, I was raising Gerona and Galina at the time and of course had them there with me. Jr. didn't know about it at first because he was out-of-state on a welding job (he will work 2-3 months in another state and then come back home for 2-3 months). Well, when my Aunt Brenda let it slip that there were cats
in his home, he just about had a stroke. So, of course after he found out, I had to leave ASAP before he came back so WWIII would not break out.
Anyway, some time ago (about a month or less, I believe) a little kitten showed up on their porch. The kitten was skin and bones from what I understand and I guess Stacey raised so much fuss about it that he allowed her to give it food on the porch. But the cat CANNOT come inside.
Said kitten is still there and they are calling him Booger. At first they thought he was a she, but I looked at him and he is NOT a girl. I would say he looks like he's around 4-5 months old.
The drama part comes into play when I see how skinny the poor fellow is and the fact he has some sores on him.
Guys, it honestly breaks my heart to think about it. And no one there REALLY
cares about him! When I came up on the porch, this cat immediately ran up to me and started purring. He let me pick him up and gave me kisses. It was the sweetest thing ever. It's like he was just begging to have SOMEONE love him. And then I noticed he had no food. When my brother, Christopher, came outside, I told him to go get Booger some food. Well, he started mouthing off to me that he had fed Booger already. I said, "Oh yeah? When?" Well, he said this morning, before he went to school (around 6:30 in the morning). Well, by then it was 7 o'clock in the evening! I gave him my evil eye (believe me, it's evil--truly puts fear into the heart!
) and he went and got Booger some food. That poor kitten scarfed that food down like he hadn't eaten in weeks.
After eating dinner there, I took a chance to look at what they were feeding Booger in the first place. Total crap, I have to say. Sorry for the language, but it truly is. Cheapest food on the market and first ingredient is CORN. I was so disgusted. So, might not have been the healthiest thing for Booger, but I took some unseasoned roast beef out there for him to eat along with some of the gravy (didn't have salt added yet because my grandfather can't have salt or other seasonings).
Jr. was complaining about him later on and I stated (half-jokingly at the time) that I should take him back to Finland with me. Of course, typical reply from Jr. was, "Well, go right on ahead." I didn't really mean it at that time, but after I started thinking about it ... and thinking about it ... and thinking some more ...
GOD I WANT THIS CAT TO COME BACK WITH ME SO HE CAN HAVE A LOVING, TENDER HOME FULL OF PEOPLE THAT WILL GIVE HIM THE AFFECTION AND THE LOVE HE DESERVES!
He is too sweet to be treated this way.
And I know if he stays here, he probably won't live to see a year because my family lives by a busy highway, there are MANY dangerous creatures prowling about and I know they won't neuter Booger, so he will start wandering and getting into trouble when he gets older.
They won't even neuter their dog, a rat terrier with a retained testicle that REALLY needs that thing taken out.
Of course, when I mentioned this to Sami, he got all huffy about how he doesn't want another cat.
If I were near him, I'd kick him hard on the shin and say, "That's only HALF the pain Booger will be feeling when he's run over, starved or torn apart by some malicious creature!"
Maybe it's me, but I don't think 4 cats are "too many." Even though our house isn't that big, I have NEVER ONCE felt I had too many critters. And what is one more? The feeling of warmth and accomplishment because you know you saved a precious being from a life of pain and misery is worth is, IMO. I would even GREATLY post-pone my house remodelling if it meant getting Booger to Finland. I would eat cheap foods for months, not buy the higher quality beauty products or any at all and do EVERYTHING I could if it meant getting Booger to a place where he could be loved.
I sometimes wish I could turn my heart off, but it seems when I encounter animals, this isn't possible.
I have a feeling I am setting myself up to be emotionally torn apart, though ...
I wish Louisiana would be a better place for pets and my family would have more heart when it comes to caring for them.