While on vacation, my brother looked after my cat for me. When I returned the following week, I telephoned him to arrange to collect the cat. My brother seemed upset.
“I don’t know how to tell you but the cat died on Thursday” he said.
I was mortified and shouted at him, “You could have found a better way to tell me that the cat was dead. You should have told me that she fell off the roof and although the vet did his best, the injuries were too great.”
“I guess you’re right” agreed my brother, “it was a bit insensitive of me.”
“That’s okay” I replied.
“How is mother by the way?” I enquired.
My brother retorted, “She fell off the roof!”