Recently, two of the people I share a house with met a stray cat in our front yard, which they decided they absolutely *had* to play with. The cat did not take kindly to their affections, and scratched/bit one of them, along with her friend, to varying degrees of severity. In most people, this would incite the expulsion of the cat from the premesis. In my housemates, it incited only the urge to feed the cat an uncooked hotdog.
These are people who I used to consider generally intelligent individuals.
Today, we recieved a notice from the Prince George's County board of health notifying us that a cat had been caught a few blocks away, the description a spot-on match for the one which had been handled in such a cavalier manner by the people I live with. The catch being that the cat tested positive for rabies.
I have spent the remainder of the day generally coming to terms with the fact that I live in a house which has, among the daily issues of note, infection by a disease largely considered a non-issue within a majority of the first-world. This is pretty much all I can do, since in conjunction with a neurodegenerative disease being present just down the stairs from me, I am sitting in my room, armed, hoping nobody tries to break through the door.
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