meowbunny
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I love my daughter and I love how much she cares about people and things. It is pretty remarkable considering her Reactive Attachment Disorder (RAD). However, her lack of common sense drives me up the wall.
Her roommate gave his cat dog flea medicine and it went into convulsions. He took it to the emergency vet -- $95.00 up front just to see the cat and now they want an additional $285.00 for medications and treatment. As yet, these two idiots have not paid December's rent (he got fired and then rehired at a much lower rate of pay). My daughter had her share of the rent. He didn't. Please note the "had." Yup, she paid the $95.00 fee for the cat and will now pay the remaining costs.
So, she calls me and asks me for advice. The clinic says if they don't pay it, they will keep the cat, charge an additional $500.00 and then who knows what happens if they can't pay it. One of her co-workers says this is a total ripoff. Well, yes, it is but that's emergency clinics. Not a lot of heart in them.
My advice is that it is his cat and his responsibility. He can borrow from his family, friends. For her to use the rent money makes no sense to me. This is not her cat. This is not even a cat she particularly likes. But her "morals will not let a cat she lives with die." I do understand how she feels but she's an adult with adult responsibilities. She owes rent, utilities. These are in her name. She wants to buy a car sometime in the future. Her credit rating after this fiasco and probable eviction are going to pretty much preclude that idea.
Of course, she is screaming at me on the phone. I'm not sure how it became my fault and how I became a heartless witch (the nicest thing she called me) who would rather see an innocent animal die than help it. My guess is she wanted me to volunteer to give her the money.
So, how did all of this become my fault? I'm angry that her roomie was so irresponsible that he didn't even get the right medicine for his cat and the poor animal suffered because of it. I'm angry that she screamed at me because I didn't jump through her hoops and once again save her from herself. I'm hurt that she thinks I'm such an uncaring person because I choose to face reality.
Okay, done ranting and I don't feel a bit better. Guess I'll go unpack some more stuff. Moving in stinks!
Her roommate gave his cat dog flea medicine and it went into convulsions. He took it to the emergency vet -- $95.00 up front just to see the cat and now they want an additional $285.00 for medications and treatment. As yet, these two idiots have not paid December's rent (he got fired and then rehired at a much lower rate of pay). My daughter had her share of the rent. He didn't. Please note the "had." Yup, she paid the $95.00 fee for the cat and will now pay the remaining costs.
So, she calls me and asks me for advice. The clinic says if they don't pay it, they will keep the cat, charge an additional $500.00 and then who knows what happens if they can't pay it. One of her co-workers says this is a total ripoff. Well, yes, it is but that's emergency clinics. Not a lot of heart in them.
My advice is that it is his cat and his responsibility. He can borrow from his family, friends. For her to use the rent money makes no sense to me. This is not her cat. This is not even a cat she particularly likes. But her "morals will not let a cat she lives with die." I do understand how she feels but she's an adult with adult responsibilities. She owes rent, utilities. These are in her name. She wants to buy a car sometime in the future. Her credit rating after this fiasco and probable eviction are going to pretty much preclude that idea.
Of course, she is screaming at me on the phone. I'm not sure how it became my fault and how I became a heartless witch (the nicest thing she called me) who would rather see an innocent animal die than help it. My guess is she wanted me to volunteer to give her the money.
So, how did all of this become my fault? I'm angry that her roomie was so irresponsible that he didn't even get the right medicine for his cat and the poor animal suffered because of it. I'm angry that she screamed at me because I didn't jump through her hoops and once again save her from herself. I'm hurt that she thinks I'm such an uncaring person because I choose to face reality.
Okay, done ranting and I don't feel a bit better. Guess I'll go unpack some more stuff. Moving in stinks!
