I am so incredibly angry right now, I could happily strangle the girl who used to work as my live-in pet sitter.
When she quit (owing me $3000 in prospective pay that she just thought she'd walk away from), she also abandoned her cat, Cici.
I had long since paid (as part of the compensation to this idiot) for Cici to have thyroid surgery. She was as thin as a stick before she had the operation. The thing was, she never did get much bigger, although she ate enough for three cats. So, I chalked it up to old age (she was about 17 years old).
Today, she didn't show up for breakfast. That was extremely unusual, so I went looking for her. I found her dead at the base of a scratching post. She looked like she had died in her sleep.
I took her body to the vet, so she could be cremated and the ashes returned to me. However, before I left there, I asked to discuss her medical records with the vet. It turns out the idiot former pet-sitter just didn't think it was at all important to tell me that this poor cat needed to be on daily cardiac, thyroid and blood pressure medication. That they had told her Cici needed to have a second thyroid operation.
Further, while I came down on this moron like a ton of bricks, to the end that she has been paying me back for the money she just sort of thought I wouldn't miss, she has never once ... not ONCE ... asked about how "her" cat was doing.
And, all this time, I could have been giving Cici the medicine she needed. I was planning on calling the vet's this week because it didn't seem right that, for all she was eating, she was still so thin. But she didn't seem to be in any pain, and she was purring and acting fine. Still .... I spent this morning hammering nails into wood ... and envisioning this idiot's head every time I smashed that hammer in.
There are times I really wonder about people.
