Why? A woman had her cat put down because it peed. I had a link up here, but the woman is an attention whore, so I removed it. The less attention she gets, the better. If her stomach was churning with the cat locked in the basement, I bet it wasn’t a quarter as bad as the churning in my stomach after reading her story, making her case for killing the cat.
She’s a dog person. The worst kind of dog person. She worships freaking dogs. She even wrote a book about it. I wonder if a dog had the problems that the cat did, if she’d be as cold and heartless towards it.
“Honey, get rid of the dog. I just don’t want to be bothered with it any more.” And I wonder if she’d write up a long essay bragging about what she’d done. Probably not.
I can only hope that her daughter is learning the lesson of what you do with living things that have medical or behavioral problems that cause you work. You get rid of them.
And I can only hope for her sake, if her daughter indeed DOES learn this lesson, that you dump this problem at someone else’s doorstep. Hopefully a horrible, horrible rest home.
Damn, she didn’t even have the consideration to take the cat to the vet. Nope, she has her husband take it (dump it?) to the Humane Society.
You know, I just hate some people. And I’ve never even met them.
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