This kinda reminds me of a story the KIDS won't hear about.
The kids found a runt kitten across the street at the school. It's eyes were still closed and it needed nursing to survive. Well, Wendy and the kids decided to do the nurse thing for it. Wendy bought the small bottle and the kitten formula(yeah, that's right, kitten formula!) and they nursed it to health. A few months later we're all still waiting for this #@$! cat to mellow out and be a family house cat. I guess some cats are great and some are not so great. I've owned cats before(I reluctantly admit), but this one was just plain wild! It never calmed down and would scratch/claw/bite you when ever it got the chance! It would bang on our bedroom door until you got up and fed it and Yowl till you couldn't stand it!
The last straw was it using the bath tub as its litter box. We had a great private roof type litter box that it would use some times, but have you ever smelled a fresh cat turd in the bath tub? Trust me. You don't!
I told Wendy that when the kids were off to school, the little varmint was going for the "Big Ride"!
I didn't have the heart to shoot it, well.........truth be told, my .22 was at a friends house, so I thought I'd find a nice new development next to a dairy farm. This way if it didn't want to hang out with kids, maybe it would be a farm cat.
So I find a nice spot to drop it off and that's what I did! At least I thought I did. I dropped the cat out the door with its "I'm gonna kick your @ss look" on its face and it took off!
Ok, that's what I thought. The cat is gone and good riddance to it! :lol: So now I put the truck in gear happy to be rid of it and not more than an inch in drive......Thump, Thump! :shock: Oh !#@! I look in my rear view mirror and the thing is doing the dead cat break dance!
I couldn't just leave it there and it quit moving pretty quickly anyway, so I picked it up by the tail and tossed it in the bed of "ol Brown". I wasn't going to let that critter ride in my nice truck. I took it home and dug a nice grave for it and told the kids that it got hit by a car. It wasn't a total lie. :roll: The kids bought it and Wendy's youngest and I had a long talk about kitty heaven and that it was in a better place....yadda yadda yadda.
Which brings me to where this post is kinda in line with Daves.
I bought Wendy her Christmas present. A beautiful 6 week old BEAGLE! What a cool dog! And I didn't do it to get the kids off of my back to get another kitten either! That's my story and I'm sticking to it! LOL!