Speaking as an old f*rt myself, we're pretty set in our ways.Shadow Cat said:
If your dad was never a great animal lover to begin with, it's probably not realistic to hope that he'll ever start picking them up (unless it's to bag 'em up and take them some place watery), or calling them by their names (as if they were people).
In your place, I'd just assume as much responsibility for them as possible just so the gruff ol' codger can keep tolerating them as much as he has been.
I know it doesn't sound too encouraging, but when I was a kid, I felt fortunate if my dad would even let me keep an animal.
So just try to be glad that he's not talking about getting rid of them. (That's something, at least. And something is always better than nothing, as they say.)
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