Anyone who has a lovable fuzzball understands that cats are not only wonderful friends, but also members of the family. What would you do if you knew someone who you know stole your pet cat? Read a similar story below and what do you think would be the ideal solution in this case?
So my parents got me a kitten. I adored this kitten, he was like my best friend, followed me everywhere I went and always slept on my pillow next to my face.
My mom has this friend that lives two streets over, she and her daughter come over a lot. The girl has autism, but that’s irrelevant why I don’t like her. Now back to my cat, when the temps are cool at night we open our back doors which leads to a big screened in patio. O’Malley (the cat) loved that room, it was his outdoorsy time to get fresh air.
Late one evening, O’Malley vanished. We were baffled, there were no holes in the screen, nowhere he could have gotten out. Regardless, we spent weeks looking for him. I completely broke down one day, realizing he’s gone forever. I felt like I mourned him.
Fast forward a few months, my dad and I are coming home one evening. We drove past a lost cat sign and both of us freaked. It looked SO much like Thomas O’Malley, just a bit older version of him. My dad wrote the number down, thinking maybe he’d call. Out of curiosity he looks up the number to find out, it’s the friend of my mother that lives two streets over!!
My dad and I decided to go start looking for him again. Nothing, then a few nights later I hear a faint meow coming from the backyard. IT WAS O’MALLEY! I was so happy I was crying, he was so happy he was vibrating because he was purring so loud. I thought it was a happy ending, I had my best buddy back that I never thought I’d see again. I missed him so much, he went right back to sleeping on my pillow with me.
That was until my mother decided to allow the mother cat thief and her demon spawn into our house. Thomas O’Malley saw them and ran off. I went after him, took him in my room and barricaded us in there. An argument pursued, then it stopped. My mom came to my door and said we have to give him back. NOPE, ain’t no way in hell. I was prepared to find out if Amazon could drone deliver us food to my window before I ever open that door again.
Cat nappers called the cops. My dad produced adoption paperwork with his microchip that is still registered to us. They produced recent pics of O’Malley with vet records. The cop said it’s a civil matter, take it to the courthouse.
They’re claiming O’Malley is the autistic girl’s ESA, and that they found him in the woods. Lies. My mom does not want this escalating to the court and says I need to give O’Malley back. She said I need to consider the girl’s disability and the fact they had O’Malley longer than I did (barely). Like let’s just ignore the fact THEY STOLE HIM. My dad says it’s my decision and he’ll support me in whatever I decide but then also said behind mother’s back to ‘eff them people.’ I don’t want to give him back, it’s not fair, he is my cat. He doesn’t even like them and plus they named him FooFoo. Like…just no.
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