Roosevelt is still missing.
Last night, I was sitting on the couch watching The Golden Girls and texting Joe and Jackie. I was on call (and still am) so when my phone rang with a withheld number, I could only assume that it was go time and I was getting called in. I answered it and the man on the other end asked if I was the one that was missing the cat.
I answered yes. He asked when I lost it. I told him. He said that on Wednesday, he and his wife came home from jogging there was a cat on the porch. I described Roosevelt and he said that it sounded like my cat. I asked where he was and he said on Providence. I suggested that I could come over and see if it was Roosevelt. ( I was pretty excited at this point thinking that Roosevelt had been found!)
At that point, he asked how much the reward was. I told him it was $50.
Now he told me that $50 wasn't going to be enough and that I needed to work with him. I apoligized and told him that was how much I had to offer. He suugested that he was going to just sell the cat to a Chinese resturant (I chose to ignore this.) He said that I needed to give him some more. I told him that I loved my cat but this was how much I had to offer. He proposed that he had a $20000 gambling debt and I should work with him. I said that $50 was more than generous and I was sorry that's what I had to offer. I asked if he was holding my cat for ransom. He said no. Then he asked me if I liked ponies.
Then I hung up knowing that I should have earlier.
I love Roosevelt, but I'm pretty sure this asshole didn't have him. I thought it was possible that it was one of my classmates playing a joke on me but even though some of my classmates are assholes, I'm pretty sure they wouldn't be so cruel. I figure it was some asshole going through the classifieds on Craigslist and thought it would be fun to be mean and nothing else. (I had my email address (ponygirlrocks) on the Craigslist ad.) Why would someone be so mean? There are lots of sick fucks out there.
Joe went to the Humane Society on Friday and looked at the cats in isolation. The people wanted so much to find Roosevelt. They suggested all of these cats could be him. 'What about that one?' 'That's a female.' 'What about this one?' 'That one is black and white.' But they have the report and Roosevelt does have that microchip. Maybe one day, he'll be like this cat: Cat Returns Home After 10 Years. But I hope I don't have to wait 10 years; 10 days is too long.
[EDIT-Originally published to Blogger on October 3, 2011.]
Last night, I was sitting on the couch watching The Golden Girls and texting Joe and Jackie. I was on call (and still am) so when my phone rang with a withheld number, I could only assume that it was go time and I was getting called in. I answered it and the man on the other end asked if I was the one that was missing the cat.
I answered yes. He asked when I lost it. I told him. He said that on Wednesday, he and his wife came home from jogging there was a cat on the porch. I described Roosevelt and he said that it sounded like my cat. I asked where he was and he said on Providence. I suggested that I could come over and see if it was Roosevelt. ( I was pretty excited at this point thinking that Roosevelt had been found!)
At that point, he asked how much the reward was. I told him it was $50.
Now he told me that $50 wasn't going to be enough and that I needed to work with him. I apoligized and told him that was how much I had to offer. He suugested that he was going to just sell the cat to a Chinese resturant (I chose to ignore this.) He said that I needed to give him some more. I told him that I loved my cat but this was how much I had to offer. He proposed that he had a $20000 gambling debt and I should work with him. I said that $50 was more than generous and I was sorry that's what I had to offer. I asked if he was holding my cat for ransom. He said no. Then he asked me if I liked ponies.
Then I hung up knowing that I should have earlier.
I love Roosevelt, but I'm pretty sure this asshole didn't have him. I thought it was possible that it was one of my classmates playing a joke on me but even though some of my classmates are assholes, I'm pretty sure they wouldn't be so cruel. I figure it was some asshole going through the classifieds on Craigslist and thought it would be fun to be mean and nothing else. (I had my email address (ponygirlrocks) on the Craigslist ad.) Why would someone be so mean? There are lots of sick fucks out there.
Joe went to the Humane Society on Friday and looked at the cats in isolation. The people wanted so much to find Roosevelt. They suggested all of these cats could be him. 'What about that one?' 'That's a female.' 'What about this one?' 'That one is black and white.' But they have the report and Roosevelt does have that microchip. Maybe one day, he'll be like this cat: Cat Returns Home After 10 Years. But I hope I don't have to wait 10 years; 10 days is too long.
[EDIT-Originally published to Blogger on October 3, 2011.]
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