I hate cats. Every year when my neighbor snowbirds for three months I take her two monsters in. At night I would line up about forty empty plastic soda bottles on the table, counter and shelves. Every morning, they were all on the floor. It was our thing. I also like to watch TV on the floor and one of them would always climb onto my chest, nose to nose. Okay, I secretly enjoyed them but I’d never admit that. Never.

Same thing happened to me my kid begged me for a cat made pics wrote notes at school. I was like I cant I’m allergic but at some point my friends asked me to take their cat for a while while they moved. Well they called two days later to say he was mine forever. I found hypo allergenic food. Fast forward if I leave the house for a while he won’t leave my side as if hea mad I left. He is an absolute spazzy joy. I love him so much. Hes 14 and derpy af

Does your sister always feed the cat or is it up to Dad to pick up the slack?

Why does that man have my cat?

Emotional damage goes both ways.