So H and I went shopping today. We always get a little wet food for our Siamese as a treat, so I stopped in the pet aisle.
A lady was standing there, blocking most of the brand I get (Purina One Healthy Metabolism), so I reached over and grabbed a couple of cans that were within reach.
She said, without looking at me, "You know... that brand is full of GMOs..."
Sigh. I ignored her, moved to her left, and grabbed a couple more cans within reach. I hoped she'd take a hint, but she wouldn't fucking budge.
She continued, "Iams is the only brand that has all-natural ingredients."
At that point, I figured I'd just play nice and then move on. I said, "I know, but Iams makes our kitty sick," hoping that would end it. (Plus, it's true. Iams does make her sick.)
So THEN this bitch said, "Well, she probably gets sick because she's not used to eating real food after eating all that poison you're feeding her."
I got super-flushed and looked right at her. I must have looked murderous because H touched my arm and said, "Hey... where to next? We need garbage bags, right?" and kind of steered me away.
I've been fuming about this on and off all day. She hit a very sensitive area for me. I just took Samantha to the vet for a checkup, and she's fine. The vet even nodded and approved what we're feeding her. She gets lots of exercise, tooth cleanings when she needs them, vaccines, ear cleanings when she gets waxy, and so much love it's ridiculous. We rescued both of our animals from the shelter and treat them like royalty.
The fact that she insinuated I POISON my cat and said it in a snarky tone without even LOOKING at me is too much for me. H keeps saying, "She's just some random bitch at the grocery store. Let it go."
Normally, I CAN let these things go, but for some reason, I'm mad that I didn't snap back at her. I feel like it's unfinished somehow. I was venting to H all the way through the store, saying things like, "Yeah, I just dropped $400 on the vet visit because I don't care about Samantha. Maybe I shouldn't have rescued her from the pound either."
I KNOW it's ridiculous. I mean, seriously. She was babbling about GMOs in cat food. I don't know why it's bothering me so much. Maybe it's because she accused me of being a terrible pet owner. It hit a nerve, that's for sure.
Please to be making soothing noises. I know I'm overreacting.
I just remembered we have Captain Morgan Parrot Bay, so I may run out for some orange juice so I can make a nice, tall, tropical, delicious drink.
