I'm feeling sorry Elizabeth's cat. They're relocating and her father is allergic to cats (plus he tends to spray around the place.) I'm looking at him right now, and he's an older cat. He's not exactly a kitten or younger cat. He's just this fat, cuddly-looking cat who just lies around and does whatever. He's just your regular, cranky cat. But I like the little guy, and I feel really bad because Ryan is taking him back to the pound (I think) where they originally got him from (or animal shelter! Wtf it is, Lol.)

It just makes me look at the bigger picture. Of how when people are looking for a new cat or a new puppy at a shelter, they all look for the younger, energetic, happy, (and cute) ones. They never really want to consider just a regular, plain-ol' cat. And it saddens me. Because Stolli may not have another home, and he may just wind up being another one of those pets that are thrown back into a freezer with the rest that wound up being put to sleep because they're just unwanted pets.

Sometimes I just really hate the world and the people in it.