OMG Why am I still reading this shit?

Confidential to the former friend:

(1) the rescuers were probably pissed at you because you have "I BUY DOGS FROM BACKYARD BREEDERS" in a big neon sign over your head, you troll.

Oh, yes - THE RESCUERS are the ignorant ones. I'm pretty sure none of THEM has ever rolled their enormous girth over onto a cat and smashed it to a slow, painful death. I'm pretty sure none of THEM go out and buy dogs from breeders on Craigslist. I'm sure none of THEM are breeding animals to feed to other animals.

Hey - why even bother getting the kittens fixed? You can always just breed the cats for the purpose of supplying the snake with a steady diet of kittens.

They were advising you to keep your cats outside of the clinic because most cats are scared when they are in there, because everybody's dogs are pretty wound up. I leave my ferals in the car until it's time for us to check in for just this reason. And yet, THEY are the ignorant ones. Sure, buddy. And do you know why they don't seem to care? Because they are exhausted. They are exhausted because there are too many animals for us to take care of - because fucking idiots like you BUY ANIMALS FROM BREEDERS.

And I just KNOW that one of these days you're going to decide to buy a breeding pair of purebred SOMETHING, so your children can "experience the miracle of birth", We all know it's an eventuality with you.

(2) don't worry, your father in law will be dead soon and then you won't have to even pretend like you're thinking about paying the mortgage any more!

You are a horrible, odious troll.

I really need to stop reading her blog

What is it that compels us to behave in such a fashion?

I mean, she and I were not "friends" in any real sense; it's not like there's something missing in my life with this friendship ended.

It's almost spite-reading. Ok, it's outright spite-reading, and it's not nice, and I have to stop.

But I just have to get this one bitchy comment in first:

LOL - Binge watching 13 hours of a television show should be a piece of cake for you - perhaps even literally? - with your new pot habit.

Your bogus medical marijuana card is probably not helping with your diabetes, though, I would imagine.

Anyway, good luck with your binge-watching - if anyone can sit on their ass and watch TV for 13 hours, it's you! You got this! Go you!

Ugh.

On the other hand, though - at least by reading her riveting, fascinating blog, I know when she will be taking her puppy mill dogs to the vet, so I can reschedule my own appointments.