Stupid mean people
Bah.
So, I'm staying at the same motel on the way up to Portland as I stayed at on the way down last visit.
Last time, though it was raining, when I pulled up near the office and got out, an adorable little orange and white cat ran out. He was thrilled to see me, and although it was raining, he ran up and when I reached down to pet him he stood up and head-butted my hand, wound around my legs meowing, then ran back under the overhang and meowed loudly at me to get me to hurry up and get under cover so I could pet him where it was dry.
Eventually I went in and got a room, then had to run the gauntlet of feline affection again on the way back to my car. He had a warm and dry kitty house near the office, next to his food, water, and litter box.
When I parked near my room, I discovered that he was lying in wait, and I wasn't allowed in until I had scritched the heck out of him.
The same thing was repeated in the morning before I left.
This time, no sign of Max (the kitty).
Fearing the worst, I asked what what happened to him. Fortunately, he's fine... apparently some asshole cat hater called the county and complained, and the pound was going to come pick Max up, so one of the staff took him home.
Well, it's good that Max is fine, but I kinda feel sorry for him... he loved to meet people, obviously, and he won't be able to do much of that living at someone's house.
What really makes me angry is that some asshole just had to go and ruin it for this loveable little cat. Sure, maybe you just don't like cats or maybe you're allergic, but it'd be easy enough to not pet him and leave well enough alone.
But no, some moron has to ruin it for everyone. All the staff loved Max, most of the guests loved him, but oh no, one has to not only not like him, but call the county.
I really dislike people sometimes
So, I'm staying at the same motel on the way up to Portland as I stayed at on the way down last visit.
Last time, though it was raining, when I pulled up near the office and got out, an adorable little orange and white cat ran out. He was thrilled to see me, and although it was raining, he ran up and when I reached down to pet him he stood up and head-butted my hand, wound around my legs meowing, then ran back under the overhang and meowed loudly at me to get me to hurry up and get under cover so I could pet him where it was dry.
Eventually I went in and got a room, then had to run the gauntlet of feline affection again on the way back to my car. He had a warm and dry kitty house near the office, next to his food, water, and litter box.
When I parked near my room, I discovered that he was lying in wait, and I wasn't allowed in until I had scritched the heck out of him.
The same thing was repeated in the morning before I left.
This time, no sign of Max (the kitty).
Fearing the worst, I asked what what happened to him. Fortunately, he's fine... apparently some asshole cat hater called the county and complained, and the pound was going to come pick Max up, so one of the staff took him home.
Well, it's good that Max is fine, but I kinda feel sorry for him... he loved to meet people, obviously, and he won't be able to do much of that living at someone's house.
What really makes me angry is that some asshole just had to go and ruin it for this loveable little cat. Sure, maybe you just don't like cats or maybe you're allergic, but it'd be easy enough to not pet him and leave well enough alone.
But no, some moron has to ruin it for everyone. All the staff loved Max, most of the guests loved him, but oh no, one has to not only not like him, but call the county.
I really dislike people sometimes