Of Crankiness and Pooches...

So my friend told me that Craigslist has a great “free stuff” section. Granted this friend is also a bit of a hippy and likes to dumpster dive, I figured there’d be no harm in checking out the section. She knows I’m looking for a dining room table and that I don’t want to spend a lot of money on one because I’m probably going to strip it and stain it myself anyways. Yeah, I’m crafty like that. Anyways, I was surfing around the free stuff section and was incredibly appalled to see that people use this section to try to get rid of their pets. People are offering up their cats and dogs and hamsters, free for the taking to anyone who responds. I find this incredibly disturbing. It infuriates me. Actually, I think I’d go so far as to say it instills in me a semi-homicidal rage that makes me want to take a baseball bat to the offenders and shove it in certain areas that don’t see much light of day. How can anyone just give up a pet like that? How can anyone make the conscious decision to get a pet, which is in my eyes like welcoming a new member to your family, and then just offer it to anyone through a website? I mean I realize that sometimes things happen in life and circumstances change and sometimes it really can’t be helped and you must give away your pet. I should know, I had to give my kitten to my parents, and I miss him every day. But I had to give him to my parents because I had a roommate who had a bad relationship with honesty and told me I could have him in our apt. before I moved in, (otherwise I wouldn’t have moved in) then went out and bought a ridiculously expensive couch, and comes to me all “will your cat scratch the couch?” Duh bitch, he’s a little mischievous kitten always up to no good, and no I can’t afford to reupholster your Bauhaus couch. Then I had to move very suddenly (again, thanks to her bad relationship with honesty, morals, etc.) and had to find housing quickly. By that time my kitten was so used to being with my parents that it would have been cruel to take him back, after he had gotten used to a huge house and lots of company all day I couldn’t very well bring him into my empty studio apartment. I wanted him back very badly, but had to do what was in the best interest of the cat, and that was to leave him with the parentals. Well now that I think of it I guess it wouldn’t have made a difference anyways b/c the apartment I ended up moving into doesn’t allow pets, but I wouldn’t have brought him with me if it did. Wait, my point is, that while I realize sometimes shit happens and you can’t keep your pet and not everyone is lucky enough to have parents nearby that love animals, but don’t get a dog then realize suddenly “OMG I’M SO BUSY I HAVE A LIFE” and go on effin’ Craigslist to give it away all whining about not being able to pay enough attention to it b/c you are just that in demand. Oh and you want a home for your 20 year old cat? Did he get too old for you? Jesus, we are talking about pets, not a sofa, not a kitchen appliance, not something that you go to use when you have the time or trade in for a better model when you get bored. They are living, breathing, loving bundles of smelly poochy kisses and furry kitty paws that love you and when I see you trying to give it away on CL b/c you don't have time for it it makes me cry and I don't like crying at work. Fucking asshats. I just feel that offering your pet up for grabs on Craigslist because you no longer have time for it is disturbing and this is my blog, so what I say goes.

I’m horribly cranky today, in case you haven't noticed. The same Boy responsible for the dirty AIM conversations kept me up on the phone until around 5:30 in the morning. Oh look at how quick I am to blame him, I stayed up willingly as clearly I really enjoy talking to him, it's just that I usually wake up at 7/7:30 and such severe lack of sleep has me seeing double. Stupid job, getting in the way of my social life like that. I set like 8 alarms because I knew that once I did fall asleep I would have a hell of a time getting up in less than two hours, and as I suspected would happen, I did in fact manage to sleep through all of my alarms and was late to work, although not horribly late so only my supervisor noticed. This Boy is a trouble maker and I love it.