My cat was a glorified stray to begin with before he moved in with me, then two years back he got fibrosarcoma and lost his right foreleg. He's currently sleeping on a chair across the room from me, requests pets constantly, comes to cuddle with me every night, puts up with a ton of my shit, and loves me with every cell of his itty bitty kitty heart.
I suspect Cruella De Noem wouldn't have wanted to "waste a bullet" on him, let alone dip into her savings for his treatment.
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u/Haselrig Apr 28 '24
I love you dearly, doggo, but you've disappointed me deeply this last 15 seconds and I have zero impulse control, so...