This letter writer is Seattle passive-aggressive through and through:
Burner family’s pets not just “stuff”
While I am thankful that Darcy Burner, her family and their dog, Bruce Wayne, escaped unharmed, I was taken back by her remark: “We lost stuff. It’s just stuff” [“Screams of Burners’ son led to family escape,” Local News, July 2].
How about Charlotte, their cat, who died in the fire? I do not consider a companion animal “stuff,” and it’s unfortunate that her remark was printed.
I think or hope that she was still in shock when she said it. Indeed, if some of her possessions are “irreplaceable,” such as photos and mementos, I hope Charlotte the kitty will also be missed.
A companion animal is not an object, not “just stuff,” but a furry little friend, and part of the family.
— Claudine Erlandson, Shoreline
You know what? I’m a cat guy. Given the choice, I’d rather have a cat than a dog. But in all my years of owning, loving, and caring for cats, I know one thing to be true.
Cats are stupid little fuckers.
Seriously. They spend their entire lives not giving two shits what their owners think, only showing up for food and to sit on the heat vents. They sleep in your linen closet, crap in your house plants, destroy your toilet paper, and eat all your towels. (Well, sometimes they eat your towels.)
Whenever I read about a house fire, the article usually says “everyone got out OK, including the family dog. Sadly, the families two cats perished.” Article after article. Every fucking time.
The letter writer has her heart in the right place. I loved every cat my family ever adopted. But you know what? They ain’t human, and for 75 bucks, they’ll give you a brand new one down at the animal shelter. Yes, the cat didn’t make it. That’s sad. But the people are OK, and that’s what’s important.