mprater
We had to put Huxley outside, finally. It was just not working out. I cried because it was November and cold and he'd never slept outdoors. My husband assured me that the cat would stay around, especially if we continued to feed him, but he couldn't live in the garage because he would poop everywhere. He disappeared shortly after. I could tell my lifestory in terms of my failed attempts at pet ownership.
I've had 2 cats since I've been married. Both experiences ended disasterously, despite my best intentions and love for those animals. Huxley, our first cat, was a demon. He climbed curtains, ran laps inside my boxspring, and pooped outside my bedroom door anytime I shut him out. Saber, our second experiment, got fleas so bad we had to fumigate the house and get rid of him, around the same time my husband left me and my life fell apart.