That’s the simplest explanation for this that I can think of. Some people just don’t seem to understand that I decided years ago that I was DONE with having pets.
somebody who shall remain nameless was after me to “adopt” an animal. They tried all manner of arguments about how having a pet is supposed to be good for you, even referring me to a popular pet blog on the matter.
What they don’t understand is that when my cat Gizmo died a few years ago I was fully aware that part of the reason was because I didn’t have the money to take care of him properly. He had developed a really nasty flea infestation and I was too broke to afford the best, most sensible (and fast) solution to that problem.
The fact that I didn’t realize he had that bad of a problem sooner doesn’t help matters. Therefore I swore that I was done having pets. Probably forever, certainly until I could guarantee having enough money to make certain that it’s health was properly looked after.
Beside all that, Gizmo dying hit me really hard and I refuse to even consider going through that again.
To those who say “why get so involved, it’s only a cat?”, you don’t get it. You probably never will.