My first cat, Pandora, was from an "oops" litter. She was also born to a cat who was not let out habitually, and owned by people we knew very well (well enough to know that Pan's mama was well taken care of). I am starting to suspect that the people we got Bronte and Kisa from were not particularly responsible cat owners (as I said to Ith in a comment above, the mama cat was pregnant AGAIN when we went to pick the girls up for the first time). The suspicion is that they were carriers from birth. Because in two years, those cats have gotten out ONCE. Bronte went no further than the porch, and Kisa we found under a bush on the side of the house.
Basically, when they were wee kitties, the vet asked me if they were going to be indoor or outdoor cats. I told her they'd be indoor cats, because we were living by a busy street, and in George's old neighborhood, people let their cats roam free, and the animals were basically neighborhood pests.
I don't think my mother was trying be insensitive. The sad fact is that the vet bills are mounting up, and I've had to borrow money from her over the past few months to cover our finances so we weren't overdrawn. George keeps saying to "spare no expense" when it comes to treating Bronte, but he's not the one who has to sit down and figure out the monthly budget. I had to borrow money from her to cover the check I wrote to pay for B's unexpected vet appointment on Monday (usually I schedule her appointments on weeks George gets paid).
This whole thing is making me SERIOUSLY reconsider pet insurance.
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Date: 2006-10-25 12:09 pm (UTC)My first cat, Pandora, was from an "oops" litter. She was also born to a cat who was not let out habitually, and owned by people we knew very well (well enough to know that Pan's mama was well taken care of). I am starting to suspect that the people we got Bronte and Kisa from were not particularly responsible cat owners (as I said to Ith in a comment above, the mama cat was pregnant AGAIN when we went to pick the girls up for the first time). The suspicion is that they were carriers from birth. Because in two years, those cats have gotten out ONCE. Bronte went no further than the porch, and Kisa we found under a bush on the side of the house.
Basically, when they were wee kitties, the vet asked me if they were going to be indoor or outdoor cats. I told her they'd be indoor cats, because we were living by a busy street, and in George's old neighborhood, people let their cats roam free, and the animals were basically neighborhood pests.
I don't think my mother was trying be insensitive. The sad fact is that the vet bills are mounting up, and I've had to borrow money from her over the past few months to cover our finances so we weren't overdrawn. George keeps saying to "spare no expense" when it comes to treating Bronte, but he's not the one who has to sit down and figure out the monthly budget. I had to borrow money from her to cover the check I wrote to pay for B's unexpected vet appointment on Monday (usually I schedule her appointments on weeks George gets paid).
This whole thing is making me SERIOUSLY reconsider pet insurance.