For A Hundred Bucks, I’d Treat Those Kitties Like My Own Children
CONTENT WARNING: Animal Neglect
My husband and I went away for a week. I agreed to pay my younger sister (age twenty-seven) $100 to drive fifteen minutes to my house once a day, make sure my two cats had food and water, and empty the collection bin on their automatic litter box. I checked in with her every day, and she assured me all was well.
When we came back, the cats had no food and no water, and their litter box was so full that it had stopped cleaning. But the $100 I’d left for [Sister] was gone. So, I called her.
Me: “Uh, hey. What happened here? Did you not take care of my cats?”
Sister: “Well, [Her Husband] and I decided to go out of town, too.”
Me: “Okay… And the cats?”
Sister: “What about them?”
Me: “You were supposed to be taking care of them.”
Sister: “I did. I stopped by before we left.”
Me: “When were you here last?”
Sister: *Defensive* “I don’t know!”
Me: “What do you mean, you don’t know? I paid you to stop here every day. I want my money back.”
Sister: “Well, I would have, but we changed plans.”
Me: “And you should have told me that before, so I could arrange for someone to care for them. Are you f****** kidding me right now?”
Sister: “What? They’re fine. We came by the day after you left and did what you wanted. What’s the big deal?”
Me: “So, you came by for like fifteen minutes, took the $100, and that’s all you did?”
Sister: “They’re fine!”
I hung up. She tried calling back a few times, but I just kept picking up and hanging up so she couldn’t leave a voicemail. The cats are fine, overall, but my relationship with my sister is forever ruined.