Venting

I went to the trailer of the old woman who died today and set a trap, intent on catching the last kittens before the horrible cold snap hits. There were two people inside, cleaning out, a daughter and a granddaughter. The daughter disturbed me deeply. She, like the others, are deferring all responsibility for the cats onto me by claiming they were not really hers. They almost behave like they're doing ME a favor by feeding them for now.

The cats were hers. I told her this was a huge financial burden to put onto a stranger. She referred me to the obituary then, about how I'm supposed to get donations, if people want to send them. I told her I haven't seen a dime of that and where is it being sent, if anything has been donated? She didn't know and told me to call the mortuary. Well what mortuary? She didn't know.

These people are frustrating me. They have found themselves an easy solution, by shoving off the financial and emotional responsibility for their mother's beloved cats to a stranger. I couldn't take it anymore.

I left a message on the answering machine of one son, letting them know I know they are using me, that the cats were indeed their mother's cats, that she doted over them and loved them and fed them and cared for them. I told them I bet it's nice to find some low self-esteem kind hearted person to shove it all off onto, but that sure doesn't make it right.

I said I will finish this in honor of their mother, but that their mother would be horrified to know her family is making a stranger bear all the costs and agony of caring for the cats and trying to find them homes. She would be horrified, too.

I told them if there had been any donations, I haven't seen them. I told them I want some help financially and in finding them homes. I don't know if I'll get a response.

Felt good to let them know exactly how I feel and that they can stop with the "these really weren't her cats" comments, because if I hear that from one of them again, I'll just vomit right there.