My husband and I made it home today at 1:30 PM, though we were supposed to be home last night around 9 PM. We flew from LAX to Cleveland, where they were having problems with ice storms and our flight was cancelled after sitting two hours on the tarmack. We got the earliest flight out of there the next day so decided not to get a hotel--we would have had to pay $100 for five hours and it just wasn't worth it. Sleeping in an airport was quite an interesting experience
Christmas went pretty well but sure am glad to be home. Callie is being very needy (I love her so much), while Shadow seemed angry with me and just came to me for lovings five hours after I got home, which is unusual for her. Whispy doesn't really care who loves on him; only that he gets some attention.
Well here's my rant: are there any normal, decent pet lovers out there beside people on PetTalk? My brother-in-law is 14 and obviously not real bright when he proceeds to tell me about visiting one of his family members (not related to my husband) and shooting at their cats with bb guns (sp?). He said they have way too many cats (SPAY AND NEUTER DUH!!!) so for fun him and one of his cousins used the scope on their bb guns to shoot at these poor animals...and not to forget "HOW MUCH FUN IT WAS!!!" OMG! "I hate cats and they have too many-they deserve to die" ARGH ARGH ARGH! WTF? I just wanted to beat him or shoot him with a bb gun to see how it felt.
I don't know why people ever tell me these things--I'm a die hard cat lover and like my kitties more than most people; now I see why. He made a joke about coming to visit us in AL and shooting at my cats--HA HA I would physically hurt anyone who tried to do something horrible to my babies. I guess I'm not real surprised as every animal my mother-in-law has had has ended up at the pound. I feel bad for any animal that comes into the home, as once it is out of the cute puppy/kitten phase it's taken to the pound or ???? The last two cats they had might have been released outside because "they still had their claws." Jason won't tell me the truth and we always argue about it everytime it is brought up.
What do you do with people like that? I don't want to go off on them, though I did on his brother, because I have to live with these people for the rest of my lives. In general, they are pretty great to me but I just don't understand the blatant disregard that is put an animal's life. ARGH!
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