Thursday, November 22, 2007 . 11/22/2007

Growing up, I've always thought my parents were smart. But my dad is so idiotic it's hard to believe.

I have this cat, Pie. He has this gross, muddy brown film on the side of his eye that's slowly getting bigger. He is overweight. He has breathing problems, which I would describe as a snoring sound only he is awake. His breathing is raspy and sometimes even wheezy.

And guess what? My dad thinks he is perfectly fine and doesn't need to be taken to the vet. Either he really is stupid as fuck or he doesn't want to have to pay for the vet visit. But the truth is (and I have already told him this) is that the more he neglects to take that poor cat to the vet, the more he's going to have to pay for treatment as his condition worsens. Eventually he will have to pay for his life.

I have begun to think that if my dad was living by himself and had pets, that they would all be sick. The way I see it, right now he is no better than people who neglect their animals altogether.

Now if I could drive, I would take that cat to the vet. I also keep asking my mom if she could talk to my dad about taking Pie to the vet, but she never gets around to it. I just don't know what to do.

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