"Shane! Why is there a cat in your house? Don't you know I have OCD?" she said.
The cat, Lucy, was a birthday gift from my parents. It was very gentle. Jane's scream scared it, and it hid under the couch.
Shane gave me an awkward look and patted Jane on the back to comfort her.
"This is Olivia's cat. It's very well-behaved," he said.
Jane stomped her foot and shrugged her shoulders, throwing a tantrum. "Do you know how many germs are on a cat?
"Who can stay around such dirty things all day? Someone like me with OCD can't stand it for a moment," she said.
I clenched my fists, suppressing my anger. I calmly looked for the cat and opened a can of cat food to comfort it.
Seeing this, Jane scoffed. "You treat it so well. I wonder if you're as considerate towards your parents?
"Sometimes I don't get it. People spoil their pets with treats while their parents are at home eating poor food," she said.
I looked up and gave a forced smile. "Didn't you say you don't like to talk? Why are you saying so much?
"The cat food is over there. If your parents are really eating poor food, you can take some for them," I said.
Jane pointed at me, ready to be angry. "What do you mean by that?" she said.