I doubt i will ever have another pet (health and physical issues), but if I ever adopt, it will be an older cat from a shelter.

Thinking of older cats at a shelter reminds me of a t'nuc (read it backwards) I worked with. She and her husband had a gorgeous ivory colored cat. Sweet tempered and gentle.

After their daughter was born, all was fine until one night he came home and the wife was screeching to get the cat out. To a shelter. "HAVE IT KILLED!" Seems Mommy never taught kidlet how to NOT taunt and hurt the cat, so the cat would now suffer. The husband said he'll leave it at the shelter. No. She wanted it murdered. SHE fucked up and the cat suffered. I don't know if the shelter did put her down or put her in a cage. Husband may have lied to the wife. He had a good soul but had a harradin as a wife and may have been too scared to defy her.

She told me the story with a strong attitude of pride---Mama Bear protecting her cub. I couldn't verbalize what I felt, the disgust and hatred. Our friendship ended then.