So, it's 9:30 at night, I'm sitting in the living room with my cat watching a movie, and someone comes knocking and ringing at my door. I automatically assume it's the postman coming with my SS delivery, so I head right on over to answer it...but it isn't the postman.
It's a guy in his thirties. Who has come to buy Taco.
Quoi?
So, a friend of mine (though at this point in time I hesitate to call her that
) has been pushing me endlessly to rehome the fids recently, because of their new favourite game. AKA, knocking the stuffing out of themselves and having to be rushed to the vet. Obviously I haven't even entertained the idea, since I have a dedicated vet fund and my birds are more than worth the money, but she isn't an animal person and doesn't agree.
Apparently, she took it upon herself to rid me of my """burden""", and put all four of my fids up for sale. Along with my snake. And my fish. And just about everyone except my tarantula.
Yeah.
Evidently, she's been carrying on conversations with quite a few potential buyers, all the while pretending to be me, and handing out my address for interested folk to come around and view them. A few have shown up already, but serendipity had it that I wasn't home any of those other times, and they left disappointed.
My friend has defended herself by saying that she was certain that I'd be happy to part with my beloved pets once someone came to the door with cash in hand. After all, who would turn down $3000 for a macaw who has racked up twice that in vet bills in just seven months? Answer: me.
I literally feel like I'm on another plane of existence right now, lmao. Whooooo does that? Like, really, who? She actually went to the extent that she advertised them in the newspaper instead of on Kijiji, since she knows I'm always checking out the pet section there and don't read the paper. She clearly didn't want me to know what she was doing, but somehow also expected me to be grateful for her help?
I'm bamboozled. Flabbergasted. Dumbfounded.
So I guess, hey, if you've got $3000, Taco is currently for sale!
It's a guy in his thirties. Who has come to buy Taco.
Quoi?
So, a friend of mine (though at this point in time I hesitate to call her that
) has been pushing me endlessly to rehome the fids recently, because of their new favourite game. AKA, knocking the stuffing out of themselves and having to be rushed to the vet. Obviously I haven't even entertained the idea, since I have a dedicated vet fund and my birds are more than worth the money, but she isn't an animal person and doesn't agree. Apparently, she took it upon herself to rid me of my """burden""", and put all four of my fids up for sale. Along with my snake. And my fish. And just about everyone except my tarantula.
Yeah.
Evidently, she's been carrying on conversations with quite a few potential buyers, all the while pretending to be me, and handing out my address for interested folk to come around and view them. A few have shown up already, but serendipity had it that I wasn't home any of those other times, and they left disappointed.
My friend has defended herself by saying that she was certain that I'd be happy to part with my beloved pets once someone came to the door with cash in hand. After all, who would turn down $3000 for a macaw who has racked up twice that in vet bills in just seven months? Answer: me.
I literally feel like I'm on another plane of existence right now, lmao. Whooooo does that? Like, really, who? She actually went to the extent that she advertised them in the newspaper instead of on Kijiji, since she knows I'm always checking out the pet section there and don't read the paper. She clearly didn't want me to know what she was doing, but somehow also expected me to be grateful for her help?
I'm bamboozled. Flabbergasted. Dumbfounded.
So I guess, hey, if you've got $3000, Taco is currently for sale!
Wha...? That's... I have no words. 
Why the heck does it matter to her what you spend your money on?? Clearly you really love your pets and that should be a good enough explanation for why you do what you do for them. As a matter of fact, you shouldn’t have to explain to her why you do all of that for them. Ugh, if I were in your situation, she wouldn’t be my friend anymore. 
