Text messages, this time.
Forwarded from my phone to my Inbox, and thus verbatim:
Spazz's Phone: Jay didn't realize having his cat spayed is a necessity...
My Phone: OH FUCK NO I WILL FUCKING KILL HIM. WHAT DID HE THINK WAS UP WITH ALL THE FUCKING FOSTER KITTENS???!!
Spazz's Phone: He thought since it was inside and he is responsible, it didn't matter. He was surprised when he asked how to stop her from being annoying in heat and I said...uh...spay her? He honestly didn't realize that was the answer!
My Phone: Oh. So you're not telling me that Silly's been knocked up. GOOD. I thought I was going to have to break his kneecaps. I also thought she'd already been spayed!
Spazz's Phone: No...just marveling at his ignorance. Does the shelter do cheaper spayings?
My Phone: They cannot legally spay anything but shelter-owned animals, since vet students do the procedure. Tell him to look up SNAP. They cost like $40. Shit, I'll GIVE him the money.
The lesson here: If I consider you a friend, you are more or less obligated to have your pets speutered or, in the event of unplanned babies, I will flip my shit and come after your kneecaps with capslock and extra punctuation. I don't foster just because I like having kittens underfoot! I realize that this is a little totalitarian, but there you have it.
I hope to get the waterfall-weekend pictures up this weekend. It's taking forever, but I was away last weekend and there are 400+ pictures to weed through. I have never actually maxed out my camera's memory card before...