Already a shitty Christmas.
17 years ago
Ugh.
Within an hour of waking up, my Dad’s already managed to totally fuck up Christmas. Basically, it started over our cat.
My Dad basically doesn't understand cats at all (he claims to though since he’s ‘had cats all his life, he's an idiot) and he's really physical/ aggressive with the cat, picking her up a lot etc when she clearly doesn't like it.
So, as a result, the cat hates him.
So she was running away from him moreso than usual today, and my mum said "What, have you been twisting her paws behind her back or something?"
Then my Dad just went off on one because he thought it was some kind of serious accusation, then started saying she's a lousy cat because she doesn't like him, she's a coward, 'not a proper cat' and that he wished he could chase her away for good or kill her.
So to try and terrify the cat he kicked the wall behind her really hard (wooden) and broke it. She was terrified. So then my mum hit him for breaking the wall, and it all turned into a massive row. Then my Dad dragged me into it by trying to get him to agree with him, which of course I didn't.
My Dad's just a control freak. Because me and my brother are too old for him to have any real control over now, he has to terrorise the cat to get his fix. He basically picks her up and holds her so she can't even move. Then blames her and says she's a 'coward' for being terrified.
To be honest, I had to bite my tongue a LOT.
I wanted to tell him that it he actually hurt the cat at all, I'd kill him. And I mean it, I would.
But I'm kinda hoping he'll take me and my brother down to our cousin's next Friday so we won't have to take the train, so I’m just trying to stay out of it as much as possible. >_<
It’s funny though, he says she’s ‘a bad cat’ and ‘a coward’ for being terrified of him. He says she’s ‘ungrateful’ because he’s the one who helped her when she had a leg infection, ear infection, and puts flea spray etc on her. I told him if it were JUST those things, she’d probably get over it. But he just chases and grabs at her CONSTANTLY. He just can’t seem to make the connection. He doesn’t seem to realise that EVERY cat we’ve had has hated him BECAUSE HE TREATS THEM ALL THE SAME WAY. It’s not ‘she’s a bad cat’, it’s him. But again, he can’t seem to grasp that because he’s a dipshit.
Well, that’s Christmas wrecked. Scratch that. Probably most of the next week. My Dad’s childish enough that he’ll sulk and bitch about something like this for ages.
He threatened to kill the cat, hurt her or otherwise scare her so badly she doesn't come back. If he does any of those, I swear I'll have to fight off the urge to stab him to death.
Within an hour of waking up, my Dad’s already managed to totally fuck up Christmas. Basically, it started over our cat.
My Dad basically doesn't understand cats at all (he claims to though since he’s ‘had cats all his life, he's an idiot) and he's really physical/ aggressive with the cat, picking her up a lot etc when she clearly doesn't like it.
So, as a result, the cat hates him.
So she was running away from him moreso than usual today, and my mum said "What, have you been twisting her paws behind her back or something?"
Then my Dad just went off on one because he thought it was some kind of serious accusation, then started saying she's a lousy cat because she doesn't like him, she's a coward, 'not a proper cat' and that he wished he could chase her away for good or kill her.
So to try and terrify the cat he kicked the wall behind her really hard (wooden) and broke it. She was terrified. So then my mum hit him for breaking the wall, and it all turned into a massive row. Then my Dad dragged me into it by trying to get him to agree with him, which of course I didn't.
My Dad's just a control freak. Because me and my brother are too old for him to have any real control over now, he has to terrorise the cat to get his fix. He basically picks her up and holds her so she can't even move. Then blames her and says she's a 'coward' for being terrified.
To be honest, I had to bite my tongue a LOT.
I wanted to tell him that it he actually hurt the cat at all, I'd kill him. And I mean it, I would.
But I'm kinda hoping he'll take me and my brother down to our cousin's next Friday so we won't have to take the train, so I’m just trying to stay out of it as much as possible. >_<
It’s funny though, he says she’s ‘a bad cat’ and ‘a coward’ for being terrified of him. He says she’s ‘ungrateful’ because he’s the one who helped her when she had a leg infection, ear infection, and puts flea spray etc on her. I told him if it were JUST those things, she’d probably get over it. But he just chases and grabs at her CONSTANTLY. He just can’t seem to make the connection. He doesn’t seem to realise that EVERY cat we’ve had has hated him BECAUSE HE TREATS THEM ALL THE SAME WAY. It’s not ‘she’s a bad cat’, it’s him. But again, he can’t seem to grasp that because he’s a dipshit.
Well, that’s Christmas wrecked. Scratch that. Probably most of the next week. My Dad’s childish enough that he’ll sulk and bitch about something like this for ages.
He threatened to kill the cat, hurt her or otherwise scare her so badly she doesn't come back. If he does any of those, I swear I'll have to fight off the urge to stab him to death.
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