so, those kittens of mine... my friend is taking one (yay!) and the other one (flash) is not going to a creepy man and his seemingly nice wife (i'm still suspicious).
it began a few weeks ago. he called, "do you have any black kittens?" "as a matter of fact, we do!" he was interested and wanted to tell me about his story. his daughter had brought home a kitten who she had seen abused in front of her very eyes (supposedly). when they got the kitten home, it died shortly after (that's the story). now his wife wants another kitten to replace the sad little abused kitten. sniff. so, i said, "i will put you on the list." he says, "i don't want to be on the list. i want that kitten." i calmly say back, "that's fine, but all i can do, is put you on the list." i was definitely getting a huge creepy vibe from him. huge.
the wife came by the hospital to check flash out. she seemed nice, but smelled a little smokey. whatevs. so i told her, "we'll keep you guys on the list."
that was about a week ago, and he called tonight. and it was awful. he says, "when can i pick up my kitten?" i said, "well, i said i could put you on the list, but i haven't made a decision yet." he proceeds to go all crazy on me, repeating "oh my god!" over and over and over again. it was very uncomfortable to say the least. so, thinking fast, i claimed that "one of the girls" was going to adopt her most likely. it was awful. he kept at it with silences from me in between. at one point he said, "my wife is going to cry. i'm going to have her call you and you can tell her." and i believe i said, "ok." shortly thereafter, he hung up when he realized that i was not budging. his wife called about one minute later. i happened to pick up the phone, sadly.
she says, "hi, i'm calling about my kitten." i explained that i had just talked with her husband ("really?") and that somehow he had mixed up what i said, that we had an employee to adopt the kitten. she was very nice and took it well. i thought it might be over.
nope. he called back 3-4 minutes later wanting to talk to my boss, the doctor. she told the phone answerer, the kittens are mine(!). i am the one who makes the decisions regarding their ultimate home, treatment, etc. he says that she must call him before she leaves work. he is told once again, that the doctor has nothing to do with the placement of the kittens. he calls back again to make sure the doctor has his number. ook.
so, i took the kittens home with me. i am scared for the kittens, the hospital, and the staff therein. i really hope this goes no further. i know there are other kittens in the world. i do. i think that he should find a kitten that's not mine! it's mine! also? how does acting like a weirdo help you get a kitten?
it began a few weeks ago. he called, "do you have any black kittens?" "as a matter of fact, we do!" he was interested and wanted to tell me about his story. his daughter had brought home a kitten who she had seen abused in front of her very eyes (supposedly). when they got the kitten home, it died shortly after (that's the story). now his wife wants another kitten to replace the sad little abused kitten. sniff. so, i said, "i will put you on the list." he says, "i don't want to be on the list. i want that kitten." i calmly say back, "that's fine, but all i can do, is put you on the list." i was definitely getting a huge creepy vibe from him. huge.
the wife came by the hospital to check flash out. she seemed nice, but smelled a little smokey. whatevs. so i told her, "we'll keep you guys on the list."
that was about a week ago, and he called tonight. and it was awful. he says, "when can i pick up my kitten?" i said, "well, i said i could put you on the list, but i haven't made a decision yet." he proceeds to go all crazy on me, repeating "oh my god!" over and over and over again. it was very uncomfortable to say the least. so, thinking fast, i claimed that "one of the girls" was going to adopt her most likely. it was awful. he kept at it with silences from me in between. at one point he said, "my wife is going to cry. i'm going to have her call you and you can tell her." and i believe i said, "ok." shortly thereafter, he hung up when he realized that i was not budging. his wife called about one minute later. i happened to pick up the phone, sadly.
she says, "hi, i'm calling about my kitten." i explained that i had just talked with her husband ("really?") and that somehow he had mixed up what i said, that we had an employee to adopt the kitten. she was very nice and took it well. i thought it might be over.
nope. he called back 3-4 minutes later wanting to talk to my boss, the doctor. she told the phone answerer, the kittens are mine(!). i am the one who makes the decisions regarding their ultimate home, treatment, etc. he says that she must call him before she leaves work. he is told once again, that the doctor has nothing to do with the placement of the kittens. he calls back again to make sure the doctor has his number. ook.
so, i took the kittens home with me. i am scared for the kittens, the hospital, and the staff therein. i really hope this goes no further. i know there are other kittens in the world. i do. i think that he should find a kitten that's not mine! it's mine! also? how does acting like a weirdo help you get a kitten?
another weird thing too? my boss explained it all away with, "i think he's just from new york." i said, "what?" "i think he's from new york." my reply was, "oh. well my mother was born and raised in new york and i don't think she'd ever act like a crazy douche bag." you texans and your crazy ideas about the outside world. ayiyiyi.
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