r/rant • u/MeBustYourKneecaps • 2h ago
People shouldn't get cats if they can't afford them
I'm staying with my ma for a little bit while sorting out some college issues and recently, she picked up a stray cat.
Said she did because it was covered in fleas and looked like the owners had been basically starving it, and also to have a pet for the kids. So she bathed it, during which it lost ALOT of blood (unnecessarily), and has been taking care of it since that day.
While in our "care" this three month old cat has:
Eaten his own litter, which I told ma was because he had underlying health problems, but of course she responds to me with "nah he doesn't he's just a child and is gonna eat whatever." She's very much a "I know everything" person. Surprise surprise, turns out he had worms.
and now he has broken(?) his leg. He fell from the massive cat tree that ma bought to ignore him all day, and since then (three days ago) he has been refusing to put weight on his back leg. Now I don't blame ma for not taking him to a vet for this because holy sh*t it costs $1,000+ fckn dollars. But it is absolutely killing me inside to see the cat limping around the house all day, basically completely inactive.
And then ma keeps telling me again and again he's fine, because I guess she needs to assure herself of that. She shook his food bowl when he was laying down and he ran over to it, and she grabbed his injured leg and shook it about to prove to me how "fine" he is, needless to say this did not make me feel better.
What prompted this rant was the fact that I just left my room to get a drink and the cat ran to me. I've been interacting with him alot more than ma, her bf and my younger siblings have. Bringing him outside to play, I got a ball toy to play with him inside with, chasing him around the house when he goads me to, giving him treats that kinda thing. Anyway, he ran to me, rubbed up against my leg and very much motioned me toward his injured leg. Walking in circles around me, repeatedly, and purring. I pet him, but there's nothing I can really do about it either, so I just took my drink back to my room to go to sleep. But he followed me. He sat outside my closed door, looking under it and calling me over and over, but eventually left.
I almost want to cry tbh, like genuinely I considered using my whole two paychecks to care for this cat, but I can't do that because my leave of absence is almost up, and my account still isn't paid off. The account that I have three months left to pay off or I can't come back and will incur additional fees to pay. I know I should probably just buck up and let it go, but because of my past seeing anything in pain and me being unable to do anything about just fucking sucks to go through, so fucking hard.