Dargo
Like a bad penny...
I've never been a cat person. No other qualifications or explanations needed. However, my wife and kids thought it would be nice to have an outside cat to kill mice in our barns and to catch moles. A couple of weeks ago I relented and they brought home a little kitten.
Believe it or not, our big German Shepherd Dogs not only didn't bother it, but actually seemed to care for it. They kept licking it until it had terrible cowlicks all over it. The cat stayed in a little cage (with the door always open) on the porch and never really strayed from the house. Heck, I had to admit it was pretty darn cute and, for reasons I'll never understand, it seemed to like me.
Fast forward to Friday night. My wife had some furniture being replaced by a furniture company because the old fart who owns the company (also the guy who delivers the furniture - odd since the place is HUGE) damaged both a coffee table and an end table (and these aren't cheap pieces) bringing them into our house from just being in a hurry and not being careful. So, he shows up Friday night about 5 minutes before I get home and he and my wife had already removed the damaged coffee table and end table and were ready to bring the new ones in. I told him that my wife and I could carry them in just fine, but he insisted on helping.
The first thing he did was recklessly bang the edge of the coffee table into the door of his moving van and put a dent in it.
Of course, he said nothing about it and when I mentioned it he said "oh, that won't hurt anything". My wife wants me to leave him alone and just get the furniture in, so that's what I do. As he goes to leave, my wife yells to him "hold on a minute while I get my cat". Yup, you guessed, he recklessly darts around in our driveway and runs over her cat! 
Although the cat let out an ear shattering scream, he just glances back and goes on his way. Honestly, I don't know the condition of his hearing and it's possible he didn't hear it.
The kitten is writhing in pain and it's rear hips are obviously crushed. My wife asks me to put it out of it's misery. As I reach down to check it, it wraps it's front paws around my arm and stares right into my eyes. Damn, this isn't happening. There is no possible way I can just shoot the cat. Long story short, I end up taking it to an emergency vet, pay them a few hundred dollars and the kitten dies.
So, here is the question; do I even bother to call the furniture store and tell them that the owner ran over my wife's kitten? Normally I wouldn't even consider bothering, but I did hear her yell to him to wait so she can get her kitten as he was bolting out the door. The scary part is, as reckless as the guy is with furniture and his driving, it could have been one of my kids he hit. So, I ask, what do I do? Nothing? Call them and just let them know? Ask if they'd like to share part of the vet bill?
Believe it or not, our big German Shepherd Dogs not only didn't bother it, but actually seemed to care for it. They kept licking it until it had terrible cowlicks all over it. The cat stayed in a little cage (with the door always open) on the porch and never really strayed from the house. Heck, I had to admit it was pretty darn cute and, for reasons I'll never understand, it seemed to like me.
Fast forward to Friday night. My wife had some furniture being replaced by a furniture company because the old fart who owns the company (also the guy who delivers the furniture - odd since the place is HUGE) damaged both a coffee table and an end table (and these aren't cheap pieces) bringing them into our house from just being in a hurry and not being careful. So, he shows up Friday night about 5 minutes before I get home and he and my wife had already removed the damaged coffee table and end table and were ready to bring the new ones in. I told him that my wife and I could carry them in just fine, but he insisted on helping.
The first thing he did was recklessly bang the edge of the coffee table into the door of his moving van and put a dent in it.
Of course, he said nothing about it and when I mentioned it he said "oh, that won't hurt anything". My wife wants me to leave him alone and just get the furniture in, so that's what I do. As he goes to leave, my wife yells to him "hold on a minute while I get my cat". Yup, you guessed, he recklessly darts around in our driveway and runs over her cat! Although the cat let out an ear shattering scream, he just glances back and goes on his way. Honestly, I don't know the condition of his hearing and it's possible he didn't hear it.The kitten is writhing in pain and it's rear hips are obviously crushed. My wife asks me to put it out of it's misery. As I reach down to check it, it wraps it's front paws around my arm and stares right into my eyes. Damn, this isn't happening. There is no possible way I can just shoot the cat. Long story short, I end up taking it to an emergency vet, pay them a few hundred dollars and the kitten dies.
So, here is the question; do I even bother to call the furniture store and tell them that the owner ran over my wife's kitten? Normally I wouldn't even consider bothering, but I did hear her yell to him to wait so she can get her kitten as he was bolting out the door. The scary part is, as reckless as the guy is with furniture and his driving, it could have been one of my kids he hit. So, I ask, what do I do? Nothing? Call them and just let them know? Ask if they'd like to share part of the vet bill?
I'd call. At least make you conscience feel better.
I'd call and demand the vet bill at the very least. The kitten had become a part of your family. My kids would have been devastated, and it would have been agonizing for me to have console them. If he wants to get cocky then get cocky back. Tell him the bill could be worse if you throw in the trauma to your family.
