Why is it when you do something for someone from the goodness of your heart to help them out, it gets thrown back in your face as if you are made out to be the bad person. When you try to be a good friend, and end up being accused of things that never happened. When people would rather listen and believe rumors than go and talk to the actual person to find out what actually happened.
When you think you know someone you don't really, and they end up making your life a living hell by accusing you of things that you never did. People are so two faced. You do a good deed for them, and they turn their backs on you, expecting what? Forgiveness for what? Even when there is an incident, and they don't really know exactly what happened BUT they would rather believe what they want to believe instead of ask..When these people are supposed to be your FRIENDS...
Friends are people who stick by you. Who don't judge you for what happened and will believe you no matter what. Friends don't lie to each other but they are allowed to have their own opinion and fair enough that's fine. But what happened to me, my husband and my friends is not repeatable.
I was babysitting a cat for a friend (or someone I thought was a friend) Anyway, she was going to be gone for 4 months, and would have someone come pick him up when she got back. Now the first two times I had looked after this cat, he was fine. Perfectly healthy, happy and fun to be around. I'd wake up every morning to have him walking round my legs, wanting to play etc.
The day my husband came back from being at school in Florida, after spending 5 months away, he still seemed fine. He came up to my husband and was going around his legs and it looked so cute. Anyway.. we had a problem with our bathroom, and it needed to get looked at. Because we are not allowed pets in our apartment, (we don't pay pet deposit so technically we are but we can't afford to pay it and it was a favor for a friend) but we needed to get him out for a few hours so that we could get maintanence over to look at the problem. I called a friend, whom already has 2 cats, and she kindly offered to look after him for like 2 hours. Whilst trying to pick him up to put him in the carrier, he attacked 3 people. My friend, my husband and me included. He bit my husband deep in his hand, that he was losing quite a lot of blood. After managing to get him into the carrier we needed to pop out, so that he could get his hand looked at. We needed to find out if the cat had been taken to the vet, so that if he hadn't had his shots he could get them done, and if he had any diseases Chris (husband) could get treated. We were gone less than an hour a and a half. After deciding to find out if the cat had been taken to the vet or not, we got back to the apartment. After walking through the door, I turned around and the cat was sat on the couch. He had ripped open the carrier, and escaped. So we tried again to get him in the carrier for the second time, as I was concerned about my husbands wounds, and needed to get the cat to the vet but he wasn't having any of it. I asked my friend to come help me and my husband get the cat back into the carrier. It took nearly 2 hours with everyone running around the apartment trying to lour him with treats into the carrier, just to get him out the house, but he was becoming very violent towards everyone, even me. I was asked to wait another 2 weeks so that he could get picked up, but if he wasn't the way he was, I wouldn't have minded and would have been delighted to look after him another 2 weeks. But the fact that he had already wounded 3 people, I couldn't let it happen to anyone else. My husband has cousins with children and if they came over I was afraid for their safety because of the cats behavior. I asked the girl I was looking after the cat for and she told me to call the humane society because she didn't want me having to deal with a mean cat. I felt so bad, and we didn't want to do it as it was the last resort, as we were still going to try to get either someone else to look after him, or get him to the vet and get something to calm him down but nothing helped. It got to the point where I was afraid to be in the same room as the cat and I couldn't live another 2 weeks like that. Not leaving my room, or using the bathroom because I'm afraid that the cat will escape. But she insisted that we take him to the humane society, so we did what she said. We had to call animal control. we told the officer that the owner would probably come by and pick him up and he made a note of this. We then had to wait 10 days because he was turned over so that he could be put in quarantine, and get tested for rabies. Luckily he was clean, which was good, but then I got an earful from the partner of the girl saying that I had never told them he was going to be picked up. This is not my fault, as we told the officer, and I was more interested in the results for my husband.
Then I get told by the partner that the cat had got put down, and now they are both very pissed off. I do not want to be accused of hurting animals, as I would never do that to any living thing. I love animals and everyone you would talk to who have pets, would say the same. I am deeply sorry for what has happened, and I know that I cannot bring him back, But it is not fair that I should be blamed for something that I haven't done, and that she should understand that if she really saw me as a friend, that she wouldn't be like this towards me. Maybe she is still grieving because of the loss of her cat? I don't know..but why should I have to suffer because of it, and lose what I thought was a good friendship.
