Originally Posted by Scott McD

From my dad's house.


He hasn't been looking after the cat properly since must passed. And i noticed when i went to visit the other week the cat seemed thin, and just not in great shape at all. Lifeless.

Dad drinks. A lot. So i had words with him recently but well......alcoholics can be very selfish people. Doesn't matter how much you help out, or offer to help out, or give advice, it doesn't make a difference. He doesn't listen or give thanks. For anything.

So yesterday i decided to kidnap the cat and bring her "home" with me. Took her a day to have a walk around and suss shit out......but already today, she's fine and the house is her own now. Helps that she will pick up the scent from both my wife and i. The drunken "where's my cat?" fonecall i got late last night was funny. Shows you how long it took for him to get home or even notice in the first place. Basically the fonecall in itself proved my point.

The cat will have a nice life here with us...