Things You Don't Learn Any More

Before I get into this post, I should mention that there is a new post up at Wicked Cool Playlist, so check it out if you'd like something more light-hearted. I will warn you now that I decided to write about this particular topic on this page because I could swear here.

Speed and I have been looking for a new bed. It's come down to the Bob-o-Pedic and the Sleep Number Bed, with the former slightly edging out the latter because Speed has found less damning evidence about the Bob-o-Pedic/TempurPedic. We wanted to go check out the Bob-o-Pedic again, so we headed out via East Mountain Street. Right at the lights before the turn off for Price Chopper, we saw a little black and white cat streak across the street, right in front of the red SUV in front of us (If I had this asshole's license plate I would print it here, is how pissed I am). The SUV actually went over the cat (as in, the cat apparently stopped perfectly between the wheels and did not get killed), and once the SUV cleared the poor thing, the cat gathered its wits and shot off under someone porch on the side of the street it had been going for. This was not what pissed me off - the cat really did come out of nowhere and even if the driver HAD hit it I don't know what he could have done to avoid it. What pisses me off is that this asshole, having almost killed a living creature, just drove off, and didn't even stop to check. Here's the thing - SPEED AND I stopped, pulling into the Joey's Limousine parking lot which was just a nano-second ahead of where it happened, and went to go look for the cat to make sure it was okay.

What was so difficult about this? Do they not teach you to respect and care for all of the world's effing animals anymore? We took maybe five minutes to stop and look for the cat and knock on the door of the house it ran under (no one was home) to see if it was theirs. We looked where it had gone and looked around to the back porch and made those dumb "here kitty kitty kitty" noises humans reflexively make. You can't fucking do that? You can't make sure SOMEONE'S PET is all right? Asshole. Fuck you, Red SUV Driving Past Price Chopper At About 8:15 on March 14th.

And as Speed pointed out, asshole number two is the person who decided to let their cat be an outside cat next to a major road. Of course, what the hell do I know if the house it ran under was actually the cats home, but the fact remains that it had to live somewhere in that area, right near this giant road, for it to be roaming around. Want a cat? Fine. KEEP IT INSIDE if you don't live on a farm. When you buy a pet, you're promising to keep it safe and taken care of. The number of people who don't get this shit just drives me right up a fucking wall. Listen, pets are like kids, okay? Not the way I consider them my kids, but on a fundamental level. Kids get sick, pets get sick. Kids need food, pets need food. Kids need shots, pets need shots. You're signing up to TAKE CARE OF THAT, not just to have something like an inanimate object you can give a shit about when you feel like it. Asshole. ASSHOLE. We keep our cats inside in Holden because we don't want them to get eaten by BEARS or COYOTES or whatever else roams the burby-woods at night. We take care of them and take them to the vet when they send us that little postcard saying they need shots and when Cady is a MORON and eats yarn we pay the fucking two grand because WE PROMISED TO TAKE CARE OF THEM WHEN WE BOUGHT THEM AND THEY WERE ADORABLE AND TINY. Because we GOT that although the adorable and tiny were very convincing arguments for adoption, we had to be ready to take care of them as LIVING CREATURES.

Fucking people, I swear to God.