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A Cat In Your House Is Worth The Same In The Bush

, , , | Friendly | March 24, 2022

My cat thought the outside was a bit scary, but she still wanted to go out and explore it. Since she was chipped and spayed we let her out when she wanted. Sometimes she stayed out while I went to work, then as I got home she jumped out from the bushes next to our door to go inside with me.

One day she didn’t, so I went out to call for her, knowing she sometimes was away on some adventure, but always close by. However she still did not come. At first I thought perhaps she wandered farther than usual, so I went out regularly to call for her but she never came, so I started wandering further away to call for her as well.

That weekend I put up notes in the neighbourhood, and cried a lot, worrying for her. I made calls to local shelters as well but no one had seen her. After several weeks, I gave up, and went on my planned holiday.

That is when I get this call from a mother.

Mother: “Hi, are you [My Name]?”

Me: “Yes.”

Mother: “Are you missing a cat?”

Me: “Yes, have you seen her?”

Mother: “Yes, she’s here with me and my daughter.”

Me: “Oh my god! Thank you! Where was she? Where did you find her?”

Mother: “Well we found her some weeks ago when visiting my mother, she seemed so scared and thin, malnourished, so my daughter and I took her into our car and brought her home.”

Me: “Really, where was this?”

She describes the exact area where I live, the bush outside my house, during the time she disappeared.

Me: “Uhm… she was malnourished?”

Mother: “Yes, we’ve given her lots of food but she doesn’t eat enough. So we were worried she was sick and took her to the vet and they checked her chip, so that is how we found you.”

I usually leave food out for my cat to eat how much she wants, as she has no issues with controlling that herself. She is a thin cat though, so those used to overweight cats usually think her skinny. But what really annoyed me was that they had my cat for weeks and didn’t think to check for a chip.

Mother: “There is nothing wrong with her though, you’ll be relieved to know. My daughter is really fond of her, she is fitting in very nicely here, I believe she is very happy here.”

Me: “Well I get back in a few days…”

Mother: “Alright, well we can bring her back then but there is no hurry, we don’t mind keeping her here.”

Me: “Well thank you so much! I’ll contact you.”

As I get home they come to give my cat back, giving me lots of cat food and cat sand as well. It is all nice and everything, but I noticed them watching me very closely with my cat, who seemed very happy to see me, and this made them sad, I could see it.

Me: “Just to clarify, did you find her in this bush?”

Mother: “Yes exactly! To think she lived right here.”

Me: “Yeah…”

Mother: “If you ever need someone to take her we would love to have her.”

Me: “No it’s alright, I usually bring her along on travels.”

Mother: “But those cages can be so traumatizing…”

Me: “Yeah she doesn’t like them very much so I usually let her be in my lap. Thank you again! Goodbye.”

They texted me regularly after that, to see if I needed help with the cat, and once I saw them from the window searching in the bushes. They gave up after a couple of months though.

Never Underestimate The Selling Power Of A Kitten

, , , , | Right | March 21, 2022

I’m going to sell some kittens that my cat had. I do my research, I have them vaccinated and put out an ad with cute pictures and a small video of one of them going up to sniff the camera.

I am quite sure it will go well, even though the people advising me, think my price of 1000SEK (about $110 USD) is crazy. Personally, I feel whoever is going to take the kittens, should care enough to pay for them.

I get an email that my ad is approved and within a minute I get my first call; the next hour is crazy! I have people calling, emailing, texting, all at the same time. I start writing some down on a waiting list in case the first takers won’t take the cats after meeting them but quickly resort to letting them know there is already a long list, that I can write their name if they want but that they probably won’t hear from me.

 Then this lady calls:

Lady: “Hello, I saw your ad and I want the girl.”

Me: “Oh, I’m sorry but there are already many people wanting the kittens…”

Lady: “Yes well, I only want the girl.”

Me: “Yes, most people want the girl; there is already a very long queue.”

Lady: “I’ll pay double.”

Me: “That is very nice of you, but I’ve already promised the first caller they can come and see her and it wouldn’t feel fair to them, if she backs down I might be able to—”

Lady: “No, you give me the girl. I need a cat for my summer house so she’ll be out on the island; it will be very nice for her. I want the girl; I’ll pay four times the amount.”

A cold chill immediately goes down my spine, having heard of summer cats, left to fend for themselves over winter, most of them dying, and being willing to pay that much seems excessive unless it is something weird about it. I couldn’t be sure that was her plan, but I told myself not to sell the cats to anyone who gave me a bad feeling.

Me: “No, I’m sorry, there are a lot of people before you in queue, so she is already taken.”

Lady: “Alright, well can you put me in second place at least?”

Me: “No, you’re not getting on the list.”

Lady: “You’re very unprofessional!” *Hangs up.*

I sigh and take the next call to tell them the cats have been sold.

Me: “Hello, how can I help you?”

Woman: “Yes, I’m interested in your kittens.”

Me: “Yeah, they are booked and there is a long queue…”

Woman: “Then why haven’t you taken the ad down?”

In my head, I instantly wonder the same.

Me: “Well, honestly, I haven’t really had time, it only went live an hour ago.”

Woman: “Well, you should!”

Me: “Yes, thank you!”

It took a while to log in and take it down, but showing the list to those who doubted me did make me feel a bit better about the ordeal, especially knowing I kept to my principles through the whole thing.

She Foiled Her Own Plans

, , , , | Right | March 13, 2022

In the small public library where I work, we have a cash register for purchases like copies and prints, plastic and tote bags, and late fines. We don’t bring in a lot of money, and since most people pay by card, we don’t have a lot of change in the drawer.

This morning, a lady I don’t recognize comes in. She needs help making copies of some paperwork — several copies of several different forms. I don’t pay much attention to what’s on them — officially, I’m not even supposed to look at the forms in order to protect the lady’s privacy — but she still chats away while I’m making the copies, telling me far more than I’d like to know about her financial situation.

Then comes the time to pay for the copies. I ring her up and tell her the total. She takes a wad of 500 kronor bills (500 SEK is a little less than 60 USD) out of her wallet and I can immediately see that this is going to be a problem.

Me: “I’m sorry, I don’t have change for a bill that size. We don’t get a lot of cash, so I can’t give back change for anything larger than a hundred.”

Patron: “Oh, I should have thought of that when I got my spending money for the month from the bank this morning. I thought you still accepted cash.”

Me: “We do, but I can’t make change for five hundred. You can also pay by credit or debit card or Swish [Swedish pay app].”

Patron: “But I hate using my debit card. That’s how you get scammed, you know. People next to you in line will steal your card details with their skimming things.”

She sends a significant glance over her shoulder at the person behind her in line, a regular patron who is waiting patiently for her turn in full compliance with social distancing recommendations.

Me: “I’m sorry, but there is literally no possible way for me to break that bill for you, even if I was to make an exception. I don’t have that much change in my drawer. But if you don’t want to pay by card, I can hold your copies for you so you can go back to the bank or to the grocery store; they’ll be able to break your bill.”

It’s a small town. Both of these places are no more than a hundred metres away.

Patron: *Sighs loudly* “No, no, I guess I will have no choice but to pay by card. I’m just worried I’m going to get scammed.”

Me: *Laughs* “Well, I don’t think you need to worry about that here. We’re a small public library; there aren’t a lot of con men around.”

Patron: “Oh, I didn’t mean you; I’m sure you’re honest. But you can never know who’s standing next to you in line.”

Once again, she gives the regular patron in line behind her the stink-eye. The regular patron pointedly takes another step back. The lady then proceeds to put her big wad of cash back into her wallet and take out a debit card WRAPPED IN ALUMINUM FOIL. She waves the card at me before unwrapping it.

Patron: “This is how you have to do it these days unless you want to get all your money stolen, you know.”

She pays. I print out her receipt and hand it to her. She spends a little more time rewrapping her card and getting her wallet and papers in order before she leaves.

I turn to help the poor regular next in line.

Me: “Sorry for the wait. How can I help you?”

Regular: *Smiling* “Wow, it’s not every day you get accused of being a criminal.”

Me: *Shaking my head* “Well, some people can’t be too careful, I guess.”

Regular: “Considering all that cash she was flashing around in full sight of everyone, I’d be more worried about getting mugged if I was her.”

Yet Another Patron Who Should Switch To eBooks

, , | Right | March 11, 2022

This story takes place at a time when many public libraries in my country are in the process of introducing self-service checkout machines. The staff likes them because they free up time for us to do other things, and many of the patrons also find them convenient and time-saving. Patrons who don’t want to use them still get personal service, of course.

I’m working on my own at my pretty small library branch one morning. There have been very few patrons, and I’m making use of the time by shelving the cartload of books a teacher dropped off earlier. The place is small enough that I can do this and still keep an eye on the information desk in case anyone needs my help.

A semi-regular patron walks in while I’m a few metres away from the desk. She’s infamous for going out of her way to find things to be offended by. I know she usually likes to browse on her own, so I just wave and smile at her and go back to what I’m doing.

Patron: *Pretending she hasn’t seen me* “Hello? Is there anyone here? Are you open? Hello?”

I drop my books and go back to the desk.

Me: “Hello, [Patron], how are you? Do you need any help?”

Patron: “I heard you got those new machines. I guess that’s just an excuse for you not to do any work anymore.”

Me: “I was shelving books, actually, but I’m happy to help you. Do you need help finding anything?”

Patron: *Scoffs* “I’ve been coming here since before you were born, I know my way around.”

Me: “Great! Just let me know if I can help.”

Patron: “I’m not going to use a machine. I don’t trust those things.”

Me: “You don’t have to use them if you don’t want to. Just tell me when you’re ready and I’ll help you check out your books, just as usual.”

She scoffs again and goes to find her books. She’s the only visitor for the moment, and I’m one of those people who can’t stand to be idle, so I return to my shelving while she looks around.

Two minutes later, she comes up to the desk again.

Patron: “Hello! Can I get some help here? Is there anyone here?”

Me: *Walks over again* “Yes, [Patron], I am literally two metres away. How can I help you?”

Patron: “Have you read this book?”

Me: “I haven’t had time to read that one yet, but my coworker has and she thought it was very good.”

Patron: “Hm. I don’t think I want it. I’ll be back.”

She goes back into the stacks. I go back to my shelving. Then, a few minutes later, she’s back again, waving another book.

Patron: “Helloooo, is anyone going to help me?”

At this point, I realize that she doesn’t actually need any help; she’s just upset that I’m not sitting behind the desk, ready to be at her beck and call. Very well, my bad back is hurting anyway, so I’m happy to take a break and sit down for a bit.

While I wait for her to get ready, I check and answer some emails and handle interlibrary loan requests. Ten minutes later, she comes back, slamming a few books down on the counter.

Patron: “I hope you’re going to help me because I’m not going to use a machine.”

Me: “That’s okay, a lot of people don’t want to use the machines. It’s just a new option for people who are in a hurry or just prefer to check themselves out. I’ll help you right here, just like I’ve always done.”

I check out her books and wish her a pleasant day. Just as she’s about to leave, she must, of course, have the last word.

Patron: “You don’t know how lucky you are, sitting there behind your desk all day! You should be thankful there are people like me still around, or you wouldn’t have anything to do!”

Complaining So Loud You Can Hear It From Orbit

, , , , | Right | March 9, 2022

I work first-line customer service for a satellite TV company. We do a little bit of everything, including troubleshooting technical issues.

Customer: “My TV is all fuzzy! You need to fix it at once!”

Me: “I can’t see anything wrong with the connection, but I see you’re living in an area that had pretty bad weather last night. It’s likely your satellite dish moved out of alignment.”

Customer: “Yes, it was storming all night, but the dish is still there on the roof. It has to be a problem with your satellite. Maybe that moved in the storm.”

Me: “The satellite is in space, so I can assure you that it didn’t move. I can send you instructions for adjusting your dish by yourself, or I can have a technician out to help you, but I have to warn you that a lot of people in your area have the same problem so it might take a couple of days.”

Customer: “What? I’m not waiting for a couple of days to have my TV back! You just get out there and move the satellite!”