...and yeah, there's a reason I've been on a catfic craze lately. The cat in this fic? The bastard who sold me my house also abandoned his incredibly sweet fourteen-year-old cat and I didn't find out it was there for a week, at which point it had been terrorized by all the electricians stomping around and my dad thumping on things and we only found out it was there because it made a mad dash into the plumbing. It had food and water and its kittybox but the poor thing was terrified out of its wits and took to cowering either inside the wall behind the bathtub or under the basement sofa. It took a looong time to coax it out, but it was really desperate for attention when we got it out, and purred and purred like mad.
Big fluffy ginger cat, with two white paws and a white chin, and so incredibly soft... I never knew its name, because the asshole obviously didn't tell me anything when abandoning his cat on me. I didn't want to give it a name that wasn't its own in its memorial fic, so that's why it's just 'the cat.'
We tried calling the bastard several times -- all three of us: me, my realtor, his realtor. He never answered and never called back. After spending a few days and nights in and around the house, I was so allergic to the house that when none of my friends could take the cat, I had to take it to our local Humane Society.
So we lifted the sofa off where it was hiding and spent a while cuddling it, and eventually we had to get it into the carrier. It was crying so miserably when we put it in the carrier that I completely lost it. I didn't really stop crying for hours. The people at the Humane Society were really nice, and even while we were standing there filling out paperwork there was a family petting the cat and going "can we take it home?" and the mom had to explain that new cats had to stay at the Humane Society for a week to make sure that they weren't sick, but I was pretty sure it'd have a good home if it could, because once it got over being completely terrorized it was such a sweetheart.
Except that it got sick, probably from the stress and the abandonment.
Rationally, I know it wasn't my fault; I wasn't the one who'd abandoned a fourteen-year-old housecat to a houseful of strangers with no warning to the new houseowner that there was a live animal on the premises.
It took steam-cleaning the carpets, cleaning the air ducts, spot-spraying animal dander neutralizers on everything horizontal, generally disinfecting most of the house, and several weeks bordering on months of allergy meds before I was able to stop waking up five times in a night with a horrendous sore throat and wheezing. I couldn't have kept the cat. I know I couldn't have kept the cat. I know I'm allergic, I told the man I was allergic, he cheerfully agreed, he abandoned his pet, and my friends spent quite a while convincing me that there really wasn't anything else I could have done.
That didn't stop me from spending the whole day crying when the humane society told me the cat had to be put to sleep. And I keep trying to tell myself that I couldn't have done anything else, and that if the cat got sick from the abandonment stress and died after I'd had it a couple of weeks, it would've been even more traumatic. As it was, I only actually held the cat for about three minutes. It would have been worse to get attached and then realize I couldn't keep it, or have it die while I owned it from the shock of having been left by its owner and hiding in the basement too scared to come upstairs to eat for most of the week.
It's just that it sounded so pathetic when we were putting it in the carrier. I'm still sitting here sniffling. I'm a moron, and lunch hour's almost over, and I've got a bunch of meetings this afternoon so I can't stop and have a cry for a cat I barely even saw for half an hour.
But anyway, that's why I've been on a kittyfic craze lately. Because even if I couldn't save the poor abandoned sweetheart of a cat, at least it'd have some way to be remembered in the world, if only in a dumb little preslashy fanfic.
So that's the story. I promise the fic is much fluffier than the backstory...