Backstory: I had invited a whole bunch of people to hang out at my condo, including a certain friend who had a three-month old kitten that she brought along since I suppose she wanted to show it off. Anyway, after the gals had given up admiring the thing she set it loose with my permission. A little while later I was headed down to the kitchen to grab a few more beers, admittedly not really watching where I was going, when I stepped on something soft and warm going down the stairs, stumbling and falling down the stairs headfirst, spraining my ankle.
When I looked up I saw the stupid cat not moving where I had stepped a moment ago and a bit of blood on the carpet. Of course the girl freaked and we rushed the kitten to the vet where it has been since then. The vet says it's highly unlikely the cat will make it through the night.
Now, the girl wants me to pay her (she hasn't said how much) and is majorly pissed off. Honestly I want to say fck her, I broke my ankle and she's just being a bitch, it's not my responsibility she brought her retarded cat in the first place.
What do you guys think?
Update: Clover is dead. The girl just sent me a fax with a picture of the kitten and a message generously strewn with obscenities. I think she is going crazy.
When I looked up I saw the stupid cat not moving where I had stepped a moment ago and a bit of blood on the carpet. Of course the girl freaked and we rushed the kitten to the vet where it has been since then. The vet says it's highly unlikely the cat will make it through the night.
Now, the girl wants me to pay her (she hasn't said how much) and is majorly pissed off. Honestly I want to say fck her, I broke my ankle and she's just being a bitch, it's not my responsibility she brought her retarded cat in the first place.
What do you guys think?
Update: Clover is dead. The girl just sent me a fax with a picture of the kitten and a message generously strewn with obscenities. I think she is going crazy.