
Originally Posted by
juicy_brucy
My buddy met some chick in the states. Long story, but he had to move back to Canada with her... he gets her prego, loses his job and is forced to move in with her to his parents house at age 31. They went thru a lot of difficulties, and I wanted to help them out. So when they moved in with his parents, he asked me to take his cat, cause he didn't want to put it in an animal shelter. He told me it was house broken... I was more than happy to help...
I was in possesion of this cat longer than he ever owned it.
All it did was break my house, piss everywhere, shit on things, and then eventually the land lord told me that my place smelled like cat piss. My place went from smelling like scented vanilla candles to cat piss.
So in the end, my landlord said, either the cat goes, or you find a new place at the end of the month. I said "fair enough".
My clothes got pissed on.
My furniture got pissed on.
my roomies clothes got pissed on. (that i had to replace $320 later)
The floor got pissed on.
My guitar got pissed on.
My back pack got pissed on.
I can go on and on.
He told me that he was greatful that he didn't have to put it in an animal shelter... like he did his other cat.
Given the circumstances i faced...I gave the cat to a good home with owners that would love it. They have children who love that cat. There is no looking back.
I can't face eviction, buy new furniture, etc...
and now he is super mad at me. I tried my best...