Friday, March 17, 2006
I want to tell a story and not be too one sided about it. This lady that I work with told me that she had a cat that she couldn't take care of anymore and she wanted to know if I knew of anyone who might want it. My sister in law Margie works for Forgotten Felines so I told her that I would take the cat in hopes of placing it with some other owner. Good idea right? Well I got the cat, which had just had it's ear removed because of skin cancer. Dude still had stitches and everything. So I got the cat and it's all scratchy and mean and shit. I figged that it would come around after being with us for awhile. You know, an adjustment period, and turn into the nice cat that she promised it to be. No dice. Bitch is meaner then ever.
Here is the kicker. Turns out the reason she didn't want the cat was cause she got her hardwood floors cleaned and the cancer-ear might bleed onto the wood. Nice huh? Cat's 15 yrs old BTW. Cat poops and pees everywhere too. Did I mention that? So I told her that I didn't think that it was working out so she told me that she would come by and get it and have it put to sleep.
I'm the type of dude who has a conscious so if she did that I would feel like it was my fault for not keeping it. It would be too. In a way. So i asked her to kick in a bag of cat food every once and again. More as a gesture then as a necessity. I mean we aren't that broke. When I asked her she was all like "What am I supposed to pay kittie support my whole life" Fuckin bitch. I ought to go and key up her stupid fucking floors. So, ya... that's my story.... The saga of Me and Cancer ear....
Oh, her name is DENISE KRUISE in case someone googles her they can find this tale of sorrow...
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Here is the kicker. Turns out the reason she didn't want the cat was cause she got her hardwood floors cleaned and the cancer-ear might bleed onto the wood. Nice huh? Cat's 15 yrs old BTW. Cat poops and pees everywhere too. Did I mention that? So I told her that I didn't think that it was working out so she told me that she would come by and get it and have it put to sleep.
I'm the type of dude who has a conscious so if she did that I would feel like it was my fault for not keeping it. It would be too. In a way. So i asked her to kick in a bag of cat food every once and again. More as a gesture then as a necessity. I mean we aren't that broke. When I asked her she was all like "What am I supposed to pay kittie support my whole life" Fuckin bitch. I ought to go and key up her stupid fucking floors. So, ya... that's my story.... The saga of Me and Cancer ear....
Oh, her name is DENISE KRUISE in case someone googles her they can find this tale of sorrow...
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