I’ve got an elderly cat that became my responsibility through… circumstances.
He’s a lot of work. He has zero personality or charisma. Worst of all, he harasses me for wet food his whole waking existence. Food motivated is not the word, it’s the only thing he knows, or cares about.
I’m not going to be sad when he dies.
Some pets are just assholes.
Had a cat, adopted as a kitten. She was well cared for at all points, socialized, well fed, vet visits, all the stuff you’re supposed to do. Lots of playtime, toys, petting, etc. I have always had a cat through my life, I know how to take care of them. She pissed wherever she wanted, constantly. Back to vet, nothing wrong, she’s just a cunt. Pills, feliway, whatever, pissed on my wife’s coat, the walls, plants, pretty much would only shit in the litter box. Cleaned it daily, tried different types, different litter, etc. Wife had knee/ankle surgery for a cartilage transplant. The night we get home, she’s sick, puking, in pain, was clearly discharged too early. That’s the night the cat pissed all over the pillows and bed. Wife had to sleep on sofa, I slept on floor. Had to throw away pillows and an expensive down comforter that would not come clean. Also the coat.
Got rid of that cat the next day. Fuck that cat. You can say stupid shit like “you should have tried xyz!!!”. You try living in a catpiss soaked hell and then see how much sympathy you have for a fucker like that thing.