So I'm on deployment as most of you know, and I trusted my father to take care of my dogs. Dad doesn't like cats so Samsoon had to go to a temporary foster home. I personally have no fondness of cats. I think they're terrible evil creatures, but I have one, and she is mine. I think we have a mutual love-hate relationship. We cuddle sometimes when I'm in a good mood, otherwise when she's been a bitch, I harass and pester her, usually causing the two of us to literally have cat fights. I always win. Moving on... I'm really anal about what my pets eat and are exposed to so before I left I took a tour of the foster mom's home and even took time to type up a thorough contract. The woman was very nice and had a good reputation with many cat shelters in my state so I trusted her. In the contract it very specifically says, "Pet is not to be fed any food other than Blue Buffalo's Basics dry kibble." I explained to her that Samsoon has a very sensitive stomach and I worked very hard to get her accustomed to a diet that helps her shedding (and therefore eliminates the hairball and vomiting problem) and that since she's been on Blue Basics, Samsoon hasn't had a single hairball and is shedding less. I stressed at least 10 times that day that I will personally order the food online and have it shipped to her house. The lady told me, "No, no there's a Petsmart right around the corner - I'll get it, don't worry." I insisted on my way because I saw the loads and loads of Purina Cat Chow, Publix brand Kitty Chow, and Friskies cat food in her kitchen (which is what the shelters supply her with for the homeless kitties) and I was sure that an ordinary person would see it more convenient to feed what they already have than to heed the wishes of a soldier selflessly fighting for her country and drive 10 minutes to the pet store and buy food specific to one cat. I digress. At least 10 months have gone by and this woman has assured me over and over that Samsoon is on the same diet and doing perfect. Lady even sent me some pictures, which was very nice of her. However, I noticed that my cat was a little larger than normal. I thought this was strange because my cat is VERY petite. She never stopped looking like a kitten. And she doesn't eat much at all so she shouldn't have gained any weight. My first red flag. Sometime later, the lady complained to me that Samsoon had begun to pee on the living room couch and on the woman's bed. She was understandably upset, and had her furniture specialty cleaned three times. I asked her if maybe Samsoon was just sick? She told me something like the cat was in love with her husband and being territorial yadda yadda. My cat doesn't pee on furniture. I'd whoop her ass if she even looked at the furniture (she's not allowed on any of it). So I'm sorry lady that the cat is peeing on your stuff, it's not a behavior she learned in my home I assure you. It must be something you're doing wrong. Again, I thought about her food and wondered if maybe the woman had switched her diet. She assured me that she was still eating her own food. About a week later, the lady had given up all hope on Samsoon - even though I told her that the cat would be perfectly happy napping her days away locked up in her massive extravagant bathroom. "No, that's just cruel I can't keep her in there, she'll be miserable." Kay, cool. Keep paying obscene amounts of money on getting your furniture cleaned cause you keep letting her piss on it. So she asked if she could terminate the contract and give her to a relative of mine until the situation was "solved". Gee wiz, if I could have left Samsoon with a family member before I went on deployment I wouldn't have even considered looking for a foster parent. DERP. Anyway, inconveniencing my father, he volunteered to keep the cat for me - which doesn't sit well with me because my dad does NOT know anything about cats and would wind up killing her out of sheer frustration. So now the cat's with my father, locked in a tiny half-size bathroom with her food bowl and litter box. And she's been in there forrrrr... hmmm.. three months now? So my dad calls and tells me that he wants me to recommend him a better cat litter because the litter box smells and he has to completely empty and clean it every other day, and scooping is nearly impossible due to the type of litter. So it turns out lady had her on nasty grocery no-name brand cat litter and she's dying in a small bathroom of stink and filth. To top it off and finally setting me off ten different ways, he tells me that she's got hairballs really bad. I immediately asked him to tell me what food she was eating. "I dunno, its in a big container. The lady dropped it off with the cat." Ummm... Blue Buffalo cat products don't come in big bags that would fit a big container. "Okay dad, what does the food look like..."  "Well, I dunno, it's like uhhh multiple shades of browns, reds, and greens, and cute little shapes and shit."  FUCK... NO.... "Dad you throw that shit out RIGHT NOW."  "Uhhh... okay...."  "I'm sending you money, go to the store and get her BLUE BUFFALO BASICS, I don't give a fuck what flavor goddamnit."  "Okay..."

I'm so furious. Obviously I can't sue her because there was no money agreement involved. She did it out of the kindness of her heart, but I forced months worth of my desired brand to her doorstep and she didn't even have the decency to keep up with it. Fuck, I even sent her a $150 gift card to Petsmart for Christmas and she continued buying fucking Purina Cat Chow and feeding it to my demon cat.  Sure I don't treat my cat with all the loving kindness that a cat lover would (or that I show to my doggies), but damn it to hell I've gotta keep her alive long enough to find out how the cats will plan the demise of the human race. And how can I do that if she's eating fucking Friskies and rolling in her own shit? [/rant]