There seems to be an epidemic going around of women, once they meet a man, unloading their pets. Why can’t we all play nice preferably under the same roof, is what I’d like to know.
What inspired this were my friends Fred and Bev who, when they were visiting Bev’s sister in West Virginia, got stuck sleeping with her cat. Why? The new boyfriend has a dog who gets bedroom privileges. Imagine how kitty must feel sleeping in the guestroom. Now my friends are cat people so believe me, she had a cozy time but that’s not the point, it’s the principal of the thing. She’s your cat, not a set of golf clubs.
Bingo, the dog, must have the biggest balls going knowing his company was preferred. Well, I know a thing or two about cats, he better watch his step when he’s toolin around that verandah because accidents have been known to happen.
“So kitty, did you hear or see anybody who could have pushed Bingo over that railing?”
“No officer, last I knew he was sleeping in my mistress’s room while I was down the hall…gotta light?”
Fred made me laugh when he said, the cat likes to sleep between his feet so he needs to be careful when he rolls over so not to disturb her. At first I thought he was talking about bothering Bev but I got that wrong. Like I said, things in this case could have been much worse…this kitty had allies. I half expected Fred to say he found her all packed in the backseat of their Subaru…and could you blame her?
My pal, Jennifer Panton, who runs United Action For Animals told me how often pets end up at shelters because owners meet potential partners and decide they’re just in the way. Boy, was that alarming.
It brought up Taffy, the King Charles Spaniel who went from being the lord of the manor to suddenly farmed out to live with the cleaning woman in Queens. Pamela, his fickle owner, met a lawyer who wasn’t keen on animals, as he put it, especially in an apartment. Well for starters, Cruella lived in a three-story townhouse so he proved right there what a schmuck he was and she, like so many women I’ve known, was just too desperate for a date to argue the point. I remember he had a nose you could hang your coat on and no, ‘that nose and everything else must be that big’ theory isn’t a good enough reason to send your puppy across the 59th Street Bridge.
My friend Chris who shares custody of 2 long haired chihuahuas said, “Hey, screw that, if that were me, the broad’s right out the door.”
Now if I met a man who didn’t like animals that wouldn’t be just a red flag flying, it would be more like the Star Spangled Banner at Fort M’Henry. How a woman or man could opt for anyone who didn’t love animals is beyond me. Who are they not to be keen on next…
you?
Like Chris said, the broad’s right out the door.
SB
I never knew people would dispose of their pets over a relationship. That is insane to me! Oh, yes accidents have been known to happen….hahahahahaha. The cat smoking has me laughing out loud…hahahaha.
Yes, I liked that image too because well, kitty can be pushed around just so far. Keep Chester off the porch, just to be safe
Crazy! I have seen that happen to a few people who establish a precedent that the cat sleeps on their bed, and then a boyfriend comes along and the cats sleeping privileges are toast. Poor kitties.
Can you imagine parting with Milo and Marty for a fella? Omigod…like get outta town
Yeah….. that wouldn’t happen! I just don’t know who these people are who think their pets are disposable
Crackpots Kerry…crackpots
Love me, love my pet…pets are truly great friends!
I see one of those friends in your photo.
Couldn’t agree more. My husband was not a cat person when we met but I made it clear that the cats were here first. All 3 of those cats have gone to the Rainbow Bridge but we still have one who is the best companion in the world. My husband is still very clear about the pecking (purring?) order in our house.
What a sweet story and your husband must have been just so nuts about you that he grew to love the cats too. Nice story Jeanette.
OMG – horrid
could you imagine the merry hell that would be caused if Kitty desided to live somewhere else, because she’d found someone else that she liked, the so called owner would be screaming.
These people shouldn’t be allowed to have animals.
Couldn’t you just see her with a big suitcase? Women will always baffle me, and I am one. Pets stick, they don’t leave at the first sign of trouble…they don’t cheat…loyal to the bone. What else can I say…
Out the door, indeed!
I knew you’d weigh in. You’d chase her with a broom
We need to microchip people who do that so that when they show up at a shelter to adopt a pet, their previous history of animal abandonment keeps them from ever being allowed to have a pet again.
They do that when you get a pet at the shelter but to the animal. Yes, the adopter should be tagged alright. Like that Dame.
Well said!
Thank you for reblogging my post. Yes, I feel animals should reign always while humans tend to their every need. They are very special, especially kitty cats. Hopefully this will one day be a thing of the past.
hear, hear!
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I’ve been following a thing girl for a while. Her sense of humour is great plus she has a lot of common sense, something most humans lack.
She makes an excellent point here: “She’s your cat, not a set of golf clubs.” Why do humans care so little about our feelings? That’s something I will never understand.
I’ve seen that done way too many things and it infuriates me. You know how long a man who didn’t like cats would last with me? Yeah!
You sound just like my pal Chris. The two of you should lecture on the subject. It’s a big problem these days…to just dump your pet when a 2 legged one comes around.
I know. It makes me very angry. I would never do that to my kitties. Out the door goes the man that doesn’t like them
Out the door is right.
Maeve revealed, years after the event, that Molly the Collie’s approval of me was a prerequisite for our second date. If Molly hadn’t liked me, I’d still be single.
Pets are far more faithful than partners. It’s a no-brainer which you should evict in the event of a clash. I have a couple of ex-wives who would benefit from a spell in the kennels. Oh, and a muzzle.
Good post Susannah.
Like the muzzle idea. I have a few worthy candidates. Molly the Collie…what a wonderful name and she knew you were a keeper and clearly told her mistress. You were very lucky to have her as an ally. Dogs rock…sigh
Maeve and Molly were inseparable. I thought she was a marvelous dog: not quite as clever as Smudge but a lot braver and utterly dedicated to Maeve. She was Maeve’s bridesmaid at our wedding and, dare I say it, outshone the bride. Alas, she died not long after we moved to Lincolnshire, at the ripe age of fourteen. Maeve still misses her eight years on and has a good weep from time to time. I have a school photo of both of them on my desk.
Molly was her bridesmaid? That is the sweetest thing I have ever heard. I have visions of this chic collie in a rustling gown walking slowly up the aisle as if she were tracking a squirrel. Maybe one day you’ll post that photo.
Neither of us would do Molly the disservice of believing anything manmade could be better than her glorious coat. She merely sported a white ribbon in her hair, a big fat cheesy grin on her face, and stole the show. I’m not sure we have a photo that would scan: I’ll check.
Hope you find one. Again, such a cute image. A white ribbon in her hair…
Which lasts longer? Fancy your chances back at the shelter when ‘the big thing’ goes sour?
Such a sad statement. Made me cry.
Sorry, not meant to have that effect but they should never be expendable for those reasons.
You don’t have to apologize. They just pull at my heart strings is all and yes, they should never be expendable ever.
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Thanks Teddy for spreading the word. I’m happy to say that many people feel the way that we do. Cats rule!!!
i like this so just posted about it on my blog, Ms Susannah. i would put a link but i dont know how. but you know where i am.
Teddy, I had no idea you started to write. I knew you were gearing up in the writer’s bullpen or catpen if you will so that’s just great news.
Amen Susannah! Love me, love my cats! Turns out that my beloved Papa Bear loves them more than anyone I know! We have four in the house, had five until Stormy passed over the rainbow bridge at 16. He had one that lived to be 20 years old, obviously very well cared for and loved. If you meet someone who doesn’t like your pets, that’s just scratching the surface of things they aren’t going to like about you and your lifestyle… show them outh the door, and then lock it!!!
What a sweet story. Sorry about Stormy but I always say, it’s best they go first. Would not want to leave them behind to fare on their own. Nice that your fellow loves them so. We like him…a lot.
Oh my….I know this happens. I have seen it. Taking them to a shelter is better than dropping them off in a field. Not liking animals is a deal breaker with me (along with smoking). My husband says he is “cat neutral” but I catch him giving one of our three a massage almost every day. One even likes him better than me! Can you imagine that! Love your blog! Teddy sent me over!
I owe Teddy lunch…sushi might me nice…or fish and chips. Think he’ll like that
I love everything about this!
You’re a big cat lover I see. Me too…Thanks for becoming a follower. Always humbled by it.