Dude, I've almost come to blows over people not respecting my cats too. Back when we just had Boog and it was time to move my in-laws kinda steamrolled over us as far as taking over the actual move itself and crammed a bunch of people in our tiny apartment and were crowding the cat and wouldn't let me take her separately insisting she was fine etc etc and it ended up pretty much traumatizing her. It took like a year or so before she started being confident again. None of it was malicious, it was just "we know better and all the cats we've had have been fine with this and you just don't know" type shit but I was about to just throw hands I was so upset
In sadder news, Oobie started to decline pretty rapidly so yesterday we had a in-home service come and we sent him on his way over the Rainbow Bridge. This is the first time in my life I've gone through this, only pet I was ever allowed as a kid was a hamster and while that was sad, it just isn't the same as a cat you've had for a decade, you know? When we lost Percy we'd only had him a few weeks and his death was due to a sudden and traumatic accident. I'm a huge wreck but I'm also at peace that we did the best for Oobie. He was still happy enough to enjoy being near us and getting pets and stuff, and I spoiled the absolute fuck outta him in his last days food wise. Y'all, he got a bit of cheeseburger, he got a bit of cheesy chicken enchilada, he got pulled pork, he got a chicken nugget and he even got sushi grade tuna for his last meal, all that in the last week alone. Before that we'd been giving him as much fancy feast and treats as he wanted/could eat. Near the end he was basically just getting Churus for meals (those treat goop tubes that are so popular!) because that was tasty and easiest for him to eat. He had a good life, he was loved and gave a lot of love. I'm just sad, lol. Gotta figure out how to adjust my existence to not having him in it day to day.
and that's my cat rambling