I'm getting my lunch ready this morning for work and I find a baggie of whitish powder on top of the microwave with "feeding instructions" written on it. I ask SD-18 what it is, and she replies, "oh, it's kitten formula". I asked "for what?". SD replies, "for my kitten". I reply "and where is this kitten?". SD says, "it's in my bedroom. My Dad knew about it, I figured he'd tell you...".
At this point I'm really restraining myself to not flip out. SD has already brought 2 other cats into our house under the agreement that she would be financially and physically responsible for them. She was, for awhile, until she quit her job, now the costs AND most of the care have become my and DH's job.
SD will be moving to her BM's (supposedly this weekend) and I asked that she take one of the older cats with her. She whines "but he's so big and my Mom won't let me have him there so I'll just have to give him away!" I asked why was it that her BM agreed to let her bring a kitten, but not another cat she's had for 4 years. Bottom line, for SD, the older cat isn't "cute & cuddly" anymore so she's lost total interest in him. This whole thing just makes me sick because I am a firm believer (and have told SD over and over again) that if you take on the responsibility of an animal, you don't just discard them later when they aren't cute little babies anymore. It's a long-term thing!
So, here I am again, the last to find out. No one bothered to ask (because SD knew I would say no)or discuss this with me even though I'm supposed to be an "equal partner" in the household! GRRRR!
The only up-side to this: I suppose a kitten is better than drugs!
Go ahead kkny, make a smart-alec comment on this one about what a terrible step mother I am and how I want everything my way... FYI, Even though I'm an adult, I have never brought an animal into our home without getting full blessings from my DH, BTW...