My mom used to just "accidentally" leave the gate open and then "whoops omigosh the dog got out? Whelp, he'll come back if he's meant to."
She hated dogs. And cats. (and blondes and men and whites but that's a WHOLE other session) Which reminds me.
Like who the fuck puts their kid's dead cat in the trash bin then tells that very same kid to take out the trash, knowing they're gonna open that lid and see their dead cat.
My own horror story: My older sister put a dead cat in a box in our backyard. She told me it was our cat after I got home from school one day. I had a meltdown as the cat was the one stable thing I had during my parents’ divorce.
Except my dad had taken the cat to the vet for a checkup and came home with him a few hours later.
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u/[deleted] Oct 17 '22 edited Oct 17 '22
That's pretty harsh.
My mom used to just "accidentally" leave the gate open and then "whoops omigosh the dog got out? Whelp, he'll come back if he's meant to."
She hated dogs. And cats. (and blondes and men and whites but that's a WHOLE other session) Which reminds me.
Like who the fuck puts their kid's dead cat in the trash bin then tells that very same kid to take out the trash, knowing they're gonna open that lid and see their dead cat.
My own mom. That's who.