Why'd you have to go and make me say these things about you?

To the woman who called while I was at the Humane Society the other day wanting to know if she could ditch her cat there, at a facility that uses euthanasia, because it was shedding too much and her baby was learning to crawl:

So, you say your cat's shedding IN THE MIDDLE OF SUMMER, eh?  Weird

Invest in a BRUSH, for starters, you daft, parasitic freak.  Kind of frightening that you're the mother of an infant, yet you can't wrack your brain hard enough to find a way to maintain this animal until you find it a home, a responsibility you took on when you presumably chose to become the owner of a pet.  I think it's reprehensible that someone would rather shove their responsibility off onto someone else than live with a minor inconvenience until a living creature was placed safely in a good home where it belongs.  The Humane Society is full to the max right now, not only is there no room for new animals, but choosing to abandon an animal there when other options are available, even if it is adopted, puts one more cat at risk for euthanasia.  How is it okay to choose convenience over compassion for another creature?  So what if you have to spend time maintaining a cat's coat?  That is something you should've been doing the entire time anyway.  So what if it's a hassle, if you have to make some calls or write some email, vacuum a carpet, use a lint roller-  isn't it worth it if you can find your pet a loving home?  Would it be so terrible to just do the right thing?

Lately, when people come to me feeling crummy about something they've done and they want me to say it's okay, you had to!--sometimes you HAVE to avoid responsibility/throw someone under the bus/act like an asshole--when they're looking for justification and sympathy, I just can't give it to them.  I really don't care.  So good luck with your atonement and all. 

Things I'm grateful for:

Friends who are around
Chuck fixing my broken machine/giving me photoshop/giving me pizza
Travis

Things I'm excited about:

Samiam in Portland/Block Party/Wicked
A dirty, loud, chaotic night with pretty fireworks and trash blowing softly in the breeze
Letting the Right One in

It's okay, I was still impressed