posted on Nov, 13 2007 @ 04:05 PM
(*Note: this involves animal cruelty. If you're easily squicked by this, read at your own risk)
My boyfriend started going back to school in August, and he started carpooling with a guy who lives in the same town as us. They started hanging out
outside of school, which was fine with me because his usual social interaction is sitting on the computer talking through a microphone while playing
UT.
So one night I found out that he'd invited this guy and his girlfriend over to our house for dinner and a movie. When they arrived, I put my two
Great Dane pups outside so they didn't pounce on the guy (they're a little overenthusiastic with visitors).
We all crashed in the living room, talking and waiting on the pizza to get there, when my cat hopped into this guy (we'll call him Bob)'s
girlfriend's lap. The cat loved her, so I jokingly said "Hey, looks like you found yourself a new cat! We've been wanting to get rid of her for
awhile!"
Bob grinned then and said "Oh, I'm sure she'd love it at our house. I bring cats home for the dogs all the time."
I asked him what he meant, and his girlfriend said "Bob brings stray cats home and throws them in the backyard."
I asked the guy why he could possibly do that, and his reaction was "Well, I hate cats! It's great to watch the dogs kill 'em! It took awhile for
them to learn to bite the cat on the butt end, but they figured that out!"
I looked at my boyfriend in panic, wondering how he could possibly be friends with a guy like this. The expression on my boyfriend's face indicated
to me that he hadn't heard of this little hobby.
The pizza arrived, then, and we all ate and watched the movie. About halfway through, my cat hopped off Bob's girlfriend and walked past Bob. I
noticed Bob glaring at the cat and asked what was wrong, and he said,
"If that thing scratches or bites me I'm going to throw it across the room."
I grabbed Lizzi (the cat) to get her away from him and said "Well she might accidentally scratch while she's playing, but she wouldn't hurt you on
purpose!" My boyfriend, to change the subject I guess, told Bob and his girlfriend a story about how Lizzi tries to get into the bedroom after we go
to sleep. She sticks her paws under the door and wiggles them like she's trying to reach the doorknob.
Bob grinned and said "Oh, I'd take care of that really fast. I'd just stomp on her feet as soon as she got them under the door."
By that point I was so furious that I put Lizzi in her carrier and made sure they left soon after.
After that, Bob never came over for more than a few minutes at a time. On one occasion, though, I locked myself out of my house and my boyfriend had
to come unlock the door for me. He showed up with Bob, and as soon as they got inside my boyfriend went into another room, leaving me, Bob, and my
Danes in the living room. The Danes came thundering up to Bob, and he reacted by grabbing Duke (the younger Dane)'s head and twisting it sideways,
causing him to fall on the ground and yelp. Duke ran behind me while Bob kicked Sunni (the older Dane) hard enough to shove her away.
I put the dogs outside, grabbed Lizzi, and told my boyfriend to get him out of the house before I did it for him.
Since then, my boyfriend and Bob haven't hung out anymore. It wasn't just the animal abuse that infuriates me, though: this guy also refuses to
work. His girlfriend, who is in Pharmacy school, works two jobs just to keep a roof over their heads. The first time they got a little money, he went
out and bought a Wii and borrowed money from my boyfriend just to eat the rest of the week.
I absolutely hate people like this.