A situation came up where my mother's assistance was appreciated. So she stayed with me for most of the week. Went home once to take care of things at her house, and came back later that day.
It's been hot lately - as is common for summer - and 5 days into her second stay she said she should be getting back, since she didn't leave that much water for her cat.
Her Cat. I had forgotten that lately she had acquired a kitten, and I hate it. My mother can become an animal hoarder - and the conditions of her animals aways just kills me. Every memory that links my mother to an animal makes me cringe.
So, I know her cat is locked in her house. I *hope* it is free to roam around, and isn't locked in an non-working, stinking, hot bathroom, like her last cat that died there. I *hope* it can get water and food and all these days my mother has been away it hasn't been enduring this heat without. But I can only hope.
This brings me to another point. Mom doesn't keep a litter box. Never has, never will. She may *may* have a box or something filled with dirt or maybe she actually did purchase some kitty litter. But it is NEVER maintained. I speak from YEARS of experience. Just trust me on this.
Then my mom gets peeved when the cat starts going in other places that are not the litter box. But that by no means means that these other cat messes are cleaned up or dealt with. By no means.
I really CAN. NOT. think about this cat at all. Beyond this post I'll spend energy trying to not think about it.
Because it physically hurts my heart.
