The Cat
Snowball came to us precisely because he was pathetic. He'd been an owner surrender at the city shelter- his family got a dog and the two couldn't coexist. Life at the shelter was hard on him, and when we met him, he had a nasty upper respiratory infection.
So of course we took him in, wouldn't you? But the fun didn't stop there...
Turns out that while he was quite capable of mowing the fur from his stomach due to the anxiety of being at the shelter, he couldn't quite reach his butt (being a 16 pound domestic house cat) so he had an disgusting endearing habit of dragging his ass on the carpet to get clean. The inability to groom properly also led Snowball to develop a perpetually greasy spot on his back. Yuck.
The best part, you ask? He ate as if he'd never seen food, which led to every other meal being vomited violently and completely, preferably on a new patch of carpet. Oh, and don't forget that he has overactive earwax glands, which means that he's always itchy and looks like he has awful mites.
Once we realized that we couldn't, in good conscience, attempt to match this cat with another unsuspecting family, we made it official. And with a small fee and enough paperwork to remind us we were dealing with a governmental entity, Snowball McAbandoned became Boy Cat Hartzell-Baird (you'll get it if you're a Psych fan).
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The Cat Lady
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