I've just about had it with Randall.
He told me that he would have the neighbor take him in to the animal shelter when it was time to take the foster kittens there (I don't want to do it myself, cuz I know I'll be a blubbering mess and might chicken out
). So this morning he tells me that he called the shelter, and that they were closed due to remodeling. I didn't believe him cuz he lies when he's trying to finagle out of something, so I called them myself - and guess what? I was right: they aren't remodeling. As I suspected, he just doesn't want to do it - anymore than he doesn't want to do anything else.
He hasn't lifted one finger to help out with the kittens: I've been doing it all.
That's not the only thing I'm ticked off about: there are other things too, but I won't get into it now. I just needed to vent.
That's not the only thing I'm ticked off about: there are other things too, but I won't get into it now. I just needed to vent.