Nice Guys
I adopted a cat. A black cat, ten years old, spayed female, named Java. She is a serious cunt, so far. I feel bad for her. She just needs to lighten up a little.
She keeps hissing and growling at poor Butterscotch. He's just curious. He's not trying to fight with her or anything. She doesn't let him walk anywhere near her. She's hunkered down by the corner of the two couches, and I can't even go near her.
When I started writing this, she had fallen asleep. Finally. But, now she's back at it. She keeps crapping and puking on my carpet. When I go to clean it up, she gets all pissed at me.
This is going to be a challenge.
The former owner of the cat is this very nice, quiet-type from the Finance department at work. He was genuinely concerned about the well-being of the cat. He didn't want to give her to the Humane Society or what have you. He said he took the cat from his former room mate, and it has caused tension with his girlfriend. I felt for both the guy and the cat, for being in a tough situation.
When I went over to "meet" the cat, the girlfriend was there, petting her on the couch. I sat down between her and the cat, as directed, and proceeded to pet and cuddle the kitty for about 20 minutes. She was the sweetest little cat. Not nearly the monster she is right now.
I chatted with the nice couple. Well, at least he was nice. She was what you'd expect a really nice guy's girlfriend to be like. She talked about how much she liked "Desperate Housewives" and "Nip/Tuck". The guy and I talked about how much we like "Venture Bros." and "Sealab 2021" and "Aqua Teen Hunger Force". And BitTorrent. And so on. He suggested that we go to lunch so I can let him borrow my Venture DVD. (I let him borrow it when he dropped off the cat.)
While he was outside, fetching the dog kennel that he used to transport the cat, I made a comment to the girlfriend in jest. I said, "That's what the boys are good for: heavy lifting." She then told me that she makes him do all the lifting, the yard work, the house cleaning, the cooking, and anything else she doesn't feel like doing. She gloated. I threw up in my mouth, a little.
Why do the nice guys always end up with bitches?
He and I sort of laughed about my geekness as we carried the cat from the parking lot to my apartment. He said that he bet we'd never run out of things to talk about if we went to lunch. I said he was probably right. It would be fun to find out. I could use a fellow geek friend, and I always say it's nice to have the sex thing taken out of the equation, right up front. That dude is so clearly whipped.
He told me that his big transgression was offering to take care of Java without asking his girlfriend, first. She had no sympathy. He stood outside my door, and said, "I'm always trying to do the right thing for everyone, and it gets me in trouble." I said, "That's what nice boys do."
We shook hands, and he left. I feel bad for the guy. Pleasing everyone is a tough business to get into.