If you do like cats, or a least tolerate them and find them occasionally amusing, let me introduce you to Jim
Jim is one of my three cats and the last one I acquired while still employed at a veterinary clinic in 2012. He arrived in a cat carrier accompanied by a teary-eyed girl and her boyfriend. The girl said the shelter wasn't taking cats (and they weren't; I called to confirm) and they had to move and the place they were moving into didn't allow cats. If she hadn't been crying I might not have felt so bad but I could tell she really liked her cat and I could see why. He was very handsome (I love black cats). He also had another name but I can't remember what it was. Something stupid.
You can see where this story goes (honestly, it's a good thing I don't work there any more, otherwise I'd probably still have seven, or, God forbid, more) so I'll cut to the chase and fast forward a couple months. Jim is now living in my house, I've lost my job, and we end up at another veterinary clinic because Jim is blocked. For those who don't know what that means, it means he couldn't pee. Not good. I spend some of my savings saving him, because if you don't do something, the cat will die.
Two weeks later it happens again. Savings dwindling. Jim needs special food. Apparently he's stressed (Really, Jim? You're stressed? How about yours truly who saved your ass and now doesn't have a job to support you). Not that I'm surprised. I still had five or six cats then, and he had come from a single cat home. Of course he was stressed! We were probably all stressed.
Thankfully we got through that awful period and between then and now I lost a few cats, bringing me down to the somewhat reasonable number of three cats. Which makes Jim happier.
But here's the thing about Jim. He doesn't even like me. Seriously. He hardly ever purrs for me, and most of the time when I pat him he looks annoyed, like this
And that's Jim.
Luckily I have Kitten (speaking of stupid names) to go with him
Have a fabulous weekend :)