posted 2005/07/05 at 17:35
Okay, so last night the real big fireworks stuff starts in my little neck of Toledo, and of course, as happens every year, our cats start getting scared and panicky. This time, though, there was also the issue of Skooter being in the garage. I decided to go out to the garage to check on her, only to be totally unable to find her out there. I went inside and asked the folks what was going on, only to find out that apparently Mark thought it would be a good idea to let Skooter outside so she could see all the pretty fireworks for herself. (Never mind that all anyone cares about in my neighbourhood is the stuff that goes boom, not the stuff that makes pretty colours.)
Yeesh. I go outside looking for Skooter, and find her a couple of times. She's totally freaked out, and even when I open the door so she can at least get back onto the back porch, she runs and hides. I was worried sick about her for the longest time there, and eventually I had to start my workout without knowing where she was, fearing for the worst. Mark and Heather finally coaxed her back onto the porch in the middle of my workout, but I'm still pissed off at Mark. He had a cat back in his place in England, he should fucking know better than to let cats go outside when things are going boom all around them.
There's some other stuff going on with the family too, but I don't really want to go into details here. I just get sick and tired of always trying to be the best, most considerate person I can be to everyone around me, and so often it just seems that instead of people reciprocating my kindness, they just take advantage of me. Being the better person is supposed to be its own reward, I know, but sometimes I wonder what would happen if I started being as nasty and rotten with people as they are with me. I'm avoiding that temptation as much as I can, believe me, but it's hard as fuck sometimes.
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