How I Accidentally Gave Away My Cat
May 2nd, 2009 by Kris
It was a bad day. Karma for my dishonesty. 6 months later I still miss that cat.
I had to wait all weekend to get the house I settled on because my old landlord wouldn’t fax them something that said I paid rent on time and wasn’t a craphead.
I would have gone with a different place if I had known I was going to have to wait. Each day in the hotel with meals is like $100. It’s been a week and a half now. Going crazy being locked up in 1 room with 2 kids and 2 animals.
He never did fax it so they wanted more of a deposit than before.
When filling out the lease they were going over the pet fee. I thought it was a $250 Deposit. It turned out to be a $250 PER PET Fee. $500 for the dog and cat. $100 per day if they catch you with a pet you didn’t tell them about.
I had told them about the dog, not the cat. I decided they might see the cat during move in stuff so I had better say something.
“We have a cat. But I would rather get rid of it than pay $250. So we’ll have a cat for like a week while I find a home for it.” Not telling them that the home would be ours.
The secretary says “oh! I’m looking for a cat!”
oh…
Yeah, it’s a fat cat. A real brat.
“I love fat cats!”
Declawed. (Some people are violently against that.) Calico.
“Oh I had a calico cat growing up!”
*calls her husband and 5 year old to say she’s bringing home a cat*
fuck
Oldest cries. I’m the worst Mom ever. Later in the car I cry. I miss my cat. I want it back. 
Finally have the house but they don’t give you the keys until you have electric and water in your name. They’re not on at the house.
I can’t get electric on until Wed. They have time to come out Today or Tomorrow but won’t unless I give them $100. Spend the next hour calling around places to see if anyone can do it sooner. Some say not till Dec 1st, some say they’ll do it for $200. Lots of attitude for me not liking the extortion fee. Back to the first company, fine turn it on Wed.
$350 deposit. 2 more days at the hotel.
Water can’t be turned on over the phone. I have to drive 20 miles out to the water company. Got out, there’s a sign on the door that said they moved to a new address. Not too far away, we walk to the new address. They’re closed for lunch. Walk back to the first address. Get the car, drive to the second address. Sit and wait. He gets back, and wants $75 to turn on the water.
He won’t take card. He won’t take check. He only takes cash. k this town has like 4,000 people where’s the nearest ATM?
We walk to the liquor store.
I pay money to get money to pay him money.
Drive the 20 miles back to the office. We have to pass the hotel on the way there so we picked up the cat. There was more crying. I couldn’t sleep that night because the cat wasn’t there.
Internet went down at the hotel for 2 days. Can’t get any work done. The brilliant night person called the internet company and had them shut it off because someone was using it in the parking lot.
Have to meet the locksmith at the house the next morning so he can change the locks. Step in my neighbor’s dog poo because they don’t pick it up. The water had been turned on but some brilliant person left the kitchen faucet on with the sink plugged. Luckily the water guy noticed the meter started running (therefore water was on somewhere in the house) and turned it back off. It did overflow but not as bad as it could have been.
When the locksmith was done we left for San Angelo because if we have to spend 1 more night in a hotel, it might as well be one there so we can pick up some of our stuff from the storage unit.
Only big dog and all the crap little girls need for 1 night away take up so much space we’re really not hauling much back. I couldn’t reach my microwave or my pots and pans so I can’t even nuke a Hungry Man dinner for Thanksgiving.
On the 4 hour car ride Youngest overflowed her diaper and soaked herself. oh, great, Mom gets to do laundry tonight.
When we were getting out of the car PeeWee decided to jump up front and on top of a full thing of Root Beer. It exploded and went EVERYWHERE! I now get to do 4 loads of laundry. It’s all over Youngest’s books. And the sheets and pillows we have to supply to spend a night in the KOA. I have to take Oldest’s car seat in the shower. When dumping it over to dry I stuck it right in someone’s dog poop.
While cleaning this up, Youngest poops her panties. Have to throw those away. Have to toss her in the shower. Someone wiped their booger on the bench and I sit right in it while drying her off. I get to wash my clothes now too.
Oldest’s 1 job was to wipe Youngest’s books off while I cleaned everything else. She didn’t so they stuck together and dried. Books Youngest got as a little baby had to be tossed out.
PeeWee’s barking and being an idiot because I’m taking care of all this other shit I wasn’t supposed to have to do instead of paying attention to him. I get him a dog chew from the KOA store and when walking back from giving it to him I trip over one of the decorative boulders that isn’t lit up. Down into the gravel, bleeding, my 1 set of jammies not in the storage unit now filthy dirty.
Then there’s much crying because it’s all too much and I want my cat back.
