Pet Parent Problems

Spent the entire weekend at the vet’s office and still no one knows wtf happened to Jagger. She hurt her leg jumping down from a chair and couldn’t walk on her right paw. Nothing was broken. We think she just got an inflammation flare up, as she’s hopped up on drugs, walking around like normal now. That being said, every person who interacted with her had something to say regarding her attitude. She was called: sneaky, sassy, about business, is she like this with you? Here just take her, she wouldn’t let us take the cone off (mind you it was VELCRO! Not even the string kind). I let them know she was born crazy and it has nothing to do with my parenting skills. I didn’t raise her to be this way. In fact it took me twenty minutes to get a sedative pill down prior to the visit. I usually request liquid for this very reason. She stopped eating her wet food when I mixed the drugs in after sniffing it, therefore I had to stroke her throat as she tried to vomit the pill up.

I love animals, like I’m the type of person that if I feel a connection I will one hundred percent buy that pet. Maybe not a cat per se (or a bird, she would attempt to kill it at all cost), since Jagger tried to fight a stuffed cat that looked all too real. It was all fun and games until I pretended the toy was going to use her litter box. She then tried to attack me, running for my life, I shut the room door just as she did the highest jump I’ve ever seen. She would have landed on my chest and I’m 5 fucking 9. Long story short I never tried that hot shit again. I’m just happy she’s okay even though she high key wasted my time and money. Do you think names shape personality? Everyday I wonder, like why didn’t I get a good cat? Via: Shadows_Magazine