arrogant presumption
26 Jul 2002 08:47 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
cimorenei'm nearly too tired to bitch properly about this. also, a side-effect of feeling properly loved and being sleepily pliant: i'm not really able to get as offended as i probably should be. right. story.
so i am bev and dave's housesitter, but they've also been in contact with some neighbors who were supposed to let the plumbers in for them during the day while i was out. as they're really not paying me enough to stay there all day long. ahem. anyway, but i've talked to them before: the wife contacted insurance, the husband came over and took pictures of the damage to the floor. so today when i was out of town he let the plumber in and was there.
i get there and he's there, and comes around from the dogs and says, surprised, 'oh, hi. i didn't know what was going on with the dogs, so i fed them.' i'm like, 'uh.' and he's talking about the cat. okay. so we go inside, and i crawl under the door to the garage--while he was there, the plumber broke the garage door so it won't open more than three feet. he goes in the back. while i'm giving the cat his insulin shot the guy finds a cat mess. he tells me. before i can clean it up, he picks it up with magazine paper, smearing it into the (white) carpet further. i'm done giving the cat his shot; i go to do the kitty litter and feed him.
his food bowl is full. as i've mentioned, the cat gets a bit of food, a certain amount, twice a day, and a shot twice a day. if he hasn't eaten his day's food yet, he doesn't get the nighttime shot, or the insulin gets unbalanced. i was dismayed to find the dish full, then, as i'd already given him the shot. so the guy comes in and says he gave the cat water, because he seemed very thirsty, and he just lapped it up immediately. i said, 'did you feed him?'
he goes, 'yeah, i did. why, is she on a diet?' note she.
'he's not exactly,' i said, 'its just, i'm asking because he's not supposed to get his shot if he hasn't eaten, and since his food bowl was full, i thought maybe...'
oh, no. so all right. he fed him a bit early is all, but it was the right amount. approximately. goddammit, the cat is diabetic. 'i didn't mean to interfere,' he says.
then he tells me he gave the dogs each three scoops of food ('i didn't know so i guessed')--they're each supposed to have two. on one hand it's one scoop. on the other hand, that's half again their normal dinner. he also appears to have carried their food in the dog poop bucket.
he left, thank god, and i scrubbed a few spots mostly out of the carpet and petted the cat, who made them because he was sick, probably--one was vomit, pure food, and i rather suspect the guy of having fed him extra food earlier in the day as well.
goddammit.
goddammit.
he also hinted slimily about the cat's water--'i got here this morning and it was empty and he was so thirsty'--until i finally responded to the rudeness and said i'd given him water that morning at 8. the guy seemed surprised. 'oh! maybe he spilled it.'
so i am bev and dave's housesitter, but they've also been in contact with some neighbors who were supposed to let the plumbers in for them during the day while i was out. as they're really not paying me enough to stay there all day long. ahem. anyway, but i've talked to them before: the wife contacted insurance, the husband came over and took pictures of the damage to the floor. so today when i was out of town he let the plumber in and was there.
i get there and he's there, and comes around from the dogs and says, surprised, 'oh, hi. i didn't know what was going on with the dogs, so i fed them.' i'm like, 'uh.' and he's talking about the cat. okay. so we go inside, and i crawl under the door to the garage--while he was there, the plumber broke the garage door so it won't open more than three feet. he goes in the back. while i'm giving the cat his insulin shot the guy finds a cat mess. he tells me. before i can clean it up, he picks it up with magazine paper, smearing it into the (white) carpet further. i'm done giving the cat his shot; i go to do the kitty litter and feed him.
his food bowl is full. as i've mentioned, the cat gets a bit of food, a certain amount, twice a day, and a shot twice a day. if he hasn't eaten his day's food yet, he doesn't get the nighttime shot, or the insulin gets unbalanced. i was dismayed to find the dish full, then, as i'd already given him the shot. so the guy comes in and says he gave the cat water, because he seemed very thirsty, and he just lapped it up immediately. i said, 'did you feed him?'
he goes, 'yeah, i did. why, is she on a diet?' note she.
'he's not exactly,' i said, 'its just, i'm asking because he's not supposed to get his shot if he hasn't eaten, and since his food bowl was full, i thought maybe...'
oh, no. so all right. he fed him a bit early is all, but it was the right amount. approximately. goddammit, the cat is diabetic. 'i didn't mean to interfere,' he says.
then he tells me he gave the dogs each three scoops of food ('i didn't know so i guessed')--they're each supposed to have two. on one hand it's one scoop. on the other hand, that's half again their normal dinner. he also appears to have carried their food in the dog poop bucket.
he left, thank god, and i scrubbed a few spots mostly out of the carpet and petted the cat, who made them because he was sick, probably--one was vomit, pure food, and i rather suspect the guy of having fed him extra food earlier in the day as well.
goddammit.
goddammit.
he also hinted slimily about the cat's water--'i got here this morning and it was empty and he was so thirsty'--until i finally responded to the rudeness and said i'd given him water that morning at 8. the guy seemed surprised. 'oh! maybe he spilled it.'
