a light at the end of the tunnel?
I cleaned a bunch of the house last night and wrote a three-page long list regarding this whole fiasco with my cats. My mom read the whole thing, had me cross out the part about them owing me money (8|) and then had me give it to my stepdad. He read the first page and didn't want to read anymore because of the length.
For those of you who don't know (which I think is most of you), the house we live in technically belongs to my grandparents. The farm owns it, and we use the barn/pasture to keep the dry cows (the cows on maternity leave, basically) in. I didn't realize it, because no one feels fit to tell me these things, but that's part of the problem. My stepdad told me he already feels guilty because we don't even pay rent when the farm spent a lot of money fixing up this house (the people who lived in it last completely trashed it) and then the cats, who my step-grandfather had apparently warned him about having in the house... well, it wasn't a good fit. Let's leave it at that, yeah?
Apparently he really misses Sunshine, while he could care less about my baby, Gadget, mostly because Gadget was always with me and was a bit psycho around anyone who wasn't me. However, there is good news!
In addition to the barn the cows live in, we have an old barn and milkhouse. We don't use it, as... well, we don't milk cows here. If I clean up the milkhouse, my cats can live in there. It's insulated and my stepdad says he'll buy a heater to put in there for fall/winter. I'm getting my boyfriend's help, and since I have to get Gadget today, he can stay in the entryway or the garage until the milkhouse is ready.
It's not a perfect solution, but I don't really have a choice. At least this way, my babies will be here, where I can see them. I'll have to go up to the milkhouse every day to take care of them, but that's not a problem (although cleaning it out is not going to be fun).
I don't understand why we couldn't have come up with this in the first place. Talking things out really works a lot better than... well, what they did. But at least my babies will be here, even if I can't cuddle up to them at night anymore. They'll still be part of my life, and when I do move out, Gadget (at the very least) will be going with me.
For those of you who don't know (which I think is most of you), the house we live in technically belongs to my grandparents. The farm owns it, and we use the barn/pasture to keep the dry cows (the cows on maternity leave, basically) in. I didn't realize it, because no one feels fit to tell me these things, but that's part of the problem. My stepdad told me he already feels guilty because we don't even pay rent when the farm spent a lot of money fixing up this house (the people who lived in it last completely trashed it) and then the cats, who my step-grandfather had apparently warned him about having in the house... well, it wasn't a good fit. Let's leave it at that, yeah?
Apparently he really misses Sunshine, while he could care less about my baby, Gadget, mostly because Gadget was always with me and was a bit psycho around anyone who wasn't me. However, there is good news!
In addition to the barn the cows live in, we have an old barn and milkhouse. We don't use it, as... well, we don't milk cows here. If I clean up the milkhouse, my cats can live in there. It's insulated and my stepdad says he'll buy a heater to put in there for fall/winter. I'm getting my boyfriend's help, and since I have to get Gadget today, he can stay in the entryway or the garage until the milkhouse is ready.
It's not a perfect solution, but I don't really have a choice. At least this way, my babies will be here, where I can see them. I'll have to go up to the milkhouse every day to take care of them, but that's not a problem (although cleaning it out is not going to be fun).
I don't understand why we couldn't have come up with this in the first place. Talking things out really works a lot better than... well, what they did. But at least my babies will be here, even if I can't cuddle up to them at night anymore. They'll still be part of my life, and when I do move out, Gadget (at the very least) will be going with me.