File this away in your etiquette folder, folks:
If you happen to come upon a conversation in progress about someone having to very reluctantly and very sadly put her ferret to sleep over the weekend, do not take it as an opportunity to crinkle up your nose and say, “Aw, that’s sad, but I hate ferrets! They’re gross and they smell bad. Ew, weasels! *shudder* My son had ferrets and they smelled like pee all the time!”
Because if you do that, the person telling the story — even if she likes you! — might have to glaze over and go into a trance to keep from punching your face in. And please consider that every time you talk about your precious little granddaughter, no one takes the opportunity to pipe up about how obnoxious little red-headed children are and how they always smell like pee. BECAUSE IT’S RUDE.
Annie always smelled like cat piss.
Oh my God. I would’ve smacked a bitch.
::: jaw drop ::: There are a lot of people who feel NOTHING towards animals. They have no clue how people can get attached to something that isn’t human. I feel very sorry for those people…because they will never ever ever know the unconditional love of a beloved family friend. We should feel sympathy for that.
I personally love the smell of cat urine. Sometimes I rub it under my arms, I love it so much.
This burns me up. Does anyone want to start a chapter of Citizens Raised Around Pee? We’ll take this person down.
I wish you’d said, “That wasn’t his ferrets, hon. That was YOU. I noticed it when you walked over, but I wasn’t going to say anything.”
Gooooooooooooooooooooooooood gravy. People.
Sorry you’re having to fool with this stuff, sugar. So sorry. Hugs.