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Emailed Jay a while ago to ask him a Crabby Cat-related question about some behaviour issues I was noticing - she's old, and I think she may be starting to go senile, and I wanted an opinion from someone who knows cats well. Whatever, probably a mistake, taken. I was short, curt, formal, and to the point, no spare words or details, purely business.
He got back to me this morning with an equally short, curt, formal response, with no spare words or details. It wasn't particularly helpful, but that's that. It was fine.
Then he sent a picture of his dog that he apparently got sometime since whenever, August. But of course it wasn't just his dog (who, admittedly, is a very handsome puppy). No. It was a picture of him with his dog. I nearly threw something - my phone, the television, myself - out the window.
I don't even know what I should feel. Fury? Resentment? Regret? Anger? Depression? Relief? All of the above?
I need a drink. Or a few.
He got back to me this morning with an equally short, curt, formal response, with no spare words or details. It wasn't particularly helpful, but that's that. It was fine.
Then he sent a picture of his dog that he apparently got sometime since whenever, August. But of course it wasn't just his dog (who, admittedly, is a very handsome puppy). No. It was a picture of him with his dog. I nearly threw something - my phone, the television, myself - out the window.
I don't even know what I should feel. Fury? Resentment? Regret? Anger? Depression? Relief? All of the above?
I need a drink. Or a few.