28, mom, not 8!

oh fer fuck's sake!

I called my mom in Vancouver, partly to say hi and pass along greetings to my brother (whom I have not seen in two+ years through no fault of my own) and to inquire if she would be willing to petsit in august ((at home, not in Vancouver), so we don't have to spend $400 on boarding the dog, and nevermind the cat...) and happened to ask, "and if it was two cats?"

because the Toronto Humane Society is full to capacity and cannot take in any more cats, so they are having an adoptathon with cat/kitten adoption for only $25 (usually over $100).

And I get in return a moment of silence followed by: "you do not need another pet!" followed by the nth degree about how a pet is a responsibility and we'll have to pay for its food and vet bills (oh noes!) and basically treating me like a child who was begging at the pet store window. Hence the subject line.

sheesh.

I had other things I wanted to write about, but now I'm irked. ("Yes, it's saving a cat's life... but it's a cat's life dear..." as if that somehow makes it worth less. oh right. It is, because I should be supporting a missionary or a starving child in Africa instead.)

Feh. All I can assume is that this is leftover resentment toward my brother, who brought home a stray cat, which promptly had kittens, which the parents adopted one of. Momma cat subsequently ran away or got hit by a car or something. Feh.

*stomps around*

Tav wants kitten! Tav has never had kitten! Rufus was almost a year old when we adopted him. He is now a mighty 7! rrrrrr....

Oh, and my brother wants a computer. :p Now I have to investigate getting him a discount on staff shopping day. somehow. Long distance. urrrr....