Don't give me more reasons...
At breakfast at Adam's house this morning:
Me: *muches happily away on coffee ice cream*
Jose: Did you hear about your cat? *cheerful*
Me: No, what about my cat?
Jose: *oh shit look*
Me: What?! Is she sick or something?
Jose: *cowers behind table*
Me: She didn't die did she?
Jose: *continues to cower*
Me: *finishes ice cream, begins crying and calls my parents*
My parents had to put my cat to sleep a couple days ago. They had tried calling me, but they didn't want to tell me while I was at work or on my way to work. Which since I have done nothing but work for the last few days, is why I hadn't heard yet. Dad told Anna who told Jose. She's not particularly broken up about it. She hasn't lived with the cat in five years and wasn't verly fond of her in the first place. So Anna's not particularly upset. I on the other hand actually care about poor old Saja. Jose, I'm not particularly happy with you in the first place at the moment. Throwing my cat's death cheerfully into a conversation when I didn't even know about it yet is not going to win you any points. If I did know, that's not how you present it into a conversation, and if I didn't know, you were not the person to tell me. Tactless asshole.
Saja, you may have been a grumpy old cat, but you will be very much missed and you were very much loved.
In loving memory of a bitchy kitty.
Me: *muches happily away on coffee ice cream*
Jose: Did you hear about your cat? *cheerful*
Me: No, what about my cat?
Jose: *oh shit look*
Me: What?! Is she sick or something?
Jose: *cowers behind table*
Me: She didn't die did she?
Jose: *continues to cower*
Me: *finishes ice cream, begins crying and calls my parents*
My parents had to put my cat to sleep a couple days ago. They had tried calling me, but they didn't want to tell me while I was at work or on my way to work. Which since I have done nothing but work for the last few days, is why I hadn't heard yet. Dad told Anna who told Jose. She's not particularly broken up about it. She hasn't lived with the cat in five years and wasn't verly fond of her in the first place. So Anna's not particularly upset. I on the other hand actually care about poor old Saja. Jose, I'm not particularly happy with you in the first place at the moment. Throwing my cat's death cheerfully into a conversation when I didn't even know about it yet is not going to win you any points. If I did know, that's not how you present it into a conversation, and if I didn't know, you were not the person to tell me. Tactless asshole.
Saja, you may have been a grumpy old cat, but you will be very much missed and you were very much loved.
In loving memory of a bitchy kitty.