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| Gizmo |
Against my better judgement, I agreed to take care of "your" cats while you are on vacation for nine
days. You
remember ... the cats you wouldn't allow me to take? The two (Gizmo and Tessa) that were
mine for the three years before I left you and the one (Curly) that you had to have
just a few months before I left you?
I was disturbed to learn that Curly, one of the cats you had to have, is now locked up in the laundry room because you never bothered to have him neutered and he "marks his territory" throughout the house.
| Tessa |
I decided that Curly shouldn't be punished for your bad pet-owner behavior, so I made an appointment to have him neutered while you were on vacation.
I understand that you are so busy and important that you haven't been able to find the time to take him in to have it done over the past three years, and that your 6-figure income makes budgeting for such a procedure ($50 at the Humane Society) impossible. So I figured I'd do you a favor.
I thought I should probably let you know ... since Curly is "your" cat, so I did the responsible thing and texted you.
Silly me! I thought you'd be thrilled that it was finally being done and all you would need to do is reimburse me the $50 when you get back from vacation.
Instead you responded to my test telling me that Curly is behind on his shots too, and you cannot afford get his shots, let alone pay to have him neutered.
I have no doubt that you sent that text while having lunch (and a few margaritas) along the River Walk in San Antonio, where you just drove (in the 2012 Dodge Charger you recently purchased that you bragged got 25 miles/gallon on the trip) to spend nine days relaxing, sight-seeing, and enjoying your family.
If there was a doubt in my mind (and there wasn't), this latest antic reinforced that you are still an idiot. I'm supposed to buy that you are on a nine day vacation in San Antonio, but you cannot afford a $50 vet bill? Really? Do you honestly think I am that obtuse??
On second thought, don't answer that.
I did sell my home, leave my career with a Fortune 500 company, and move both my son and I 500 miles to pursue what turned out to be a physically, verbally, financially and emotionally abusive relationship with you.
Let me take care of that vet bill.
On second thought, don't answer that.
I did sell my home, leave my career with a Fortune 500 company, and move both my son and I 500 miles to pursue what turned out to be a physically, verbally, financially and emotionally abusive relationship with you.
Let me take care of that vet bill.
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