So, I've decided to let the girlfriend move into my house with me. She is an avid cat lover, and has been going on and on about getting a cat, which I am opposed to as I am a dog person. I have an Akita. (See where this is going yet)? Well, yesterday I get home early from a business trip, and nobody is home. I bring my bags in, only to find a litter box, cat toys, cat stand (whatever those things are), and water/food bowl in my living room. At this point, I'm thinking whether or not my girlfriend completely misunderstands the concept of Akita / cat relationships. I get a bit irate, because I specifically told her not to bring a cat into my house. Now, I have nothing against cats, I just don't want one. And for the above mentioned reason, I do not feel it appropriate to have one in the house. For those who don't know, the AKC describes the Akita like this:
· The Akita is a powerfully built dog originally developed to hunt bears in Japan. The Japanese now use the Akita as a guard dog and police dog.
I haven't trained my dog to be aggressive, I love my dog, and he is a great companion. All he does is run around the yard, playing in the dirt and being happy. Now, when I go to work I bring him inside, as not to disturb the neighbors, who are home all day (he is loud).
My dog does not socialize well. He never has, and never will. He is very aware of new people and things and wants to protect his own by nature.
So, I call my girlfriend and ask what the hell she was thinking.
"Blah, blah, I wanted to suprise you, blah, blah....". So I ask what I could possibly want with a cat.
"Just go look at her, she's soooooo cute. I know you will love her".
"Dammit where is the damn cat"?!!! (I'm running around furious now).
"In the bedroom".
I run into the bedroom.
"No cat", I say.
Then the thought crosses my mind that maybe since my girlfriend has just moved in, she does not know that the bathroom door handle sticks. (I have the bathroom layout with two doors. One leads to the office, one to the bedroom). My dog has full access to the house except for my bedroom, as he plays outside then likes to get in my bed and ruin it.
At this point I am going to say I will not take or post pictures, as it would just be wrong.
As I walk into the bathroom I just see fur and blood. You just cannot prepare for things like this. Horrid, horrid, scary, murder scene like crap. When I see the paw laying on the ground, I lose it, drop the phone and run into my office, where everything has a fine smattering of cat parts on it. My Hex Com is torn to bits, laptop, destroyed, chair on the floor with a dangling leg, brand new leather couch ripped apart.
Needless to say, I am now single. And calling a biohazardous waste cleaning company. Bad, bad, day.
I'm usually reasonable with people who make dumb mistakes but
she should have seen that from a mile away. Hope she has the cash to pay for the clean-up and new couch.
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