Fortieth

I am angry with my father today. 

After much to-ing, fro-ing, discussion and explanations, he agreed on Saturday afternoon that we would bring their cat Tigger over to our house next weekend. The agreement was that I would make an appointment for him at the vet yesterday afternoon, and we would take him there for a checkup and immunisation.

So, it went well at the vet, and we dropped Tigger back at my parents, agreed with them that we would come back out next Sunday to pick him up in the afternoon - we picked up a new litter tray, bowls and blanket for him on the way home, assuming we'd not get a chance to do so during the week, and went to bed nervous but excited.

Roll on this morning - I get into work and open up Thunderbird, and I've got an email sitting there waiting from my father. Written from the point of view of Tigger, he makes it clear that he's changed his mind and doesn't want to let the Tigger go, whilst getting in plenty of digs about our cat Annie being weird and a pain in the arse, and my girlfriend and I 'namby-pambying' about with 'stupid psychology'.

Hence the being angry.

I've already replied to him, stating clearly, again, that if he doesn't want to let Tigger stay with us, then fair enough. I am supremely irritated because I told him specifically, twice, that if he didn't want to let Tigger go, then just to tell me, and we would forget it. I love Tigger, and I know that we would take much better care of him than he gets with my parents. They love him too, but not as much as we would. My mum barely tolerates him sometimes due to the amount of hair he sheds, and my dad seems to think that tormenting Tigger when he sleeps and feeding him scraps from his plate are all he needs to do to be considered.

*Sigh*

We're still taken with the idea of finding a companion for Annie, so I think we'll visit the Cat Protection League at the weekend, and see if they have anyone there who would be happy with us.