Whyyyyyy can’t I adopt all the sweet, homeless kitties in the world? They wanted a warm lap and scratches behind the ears. Rob wants a kitten, and I want an adult cat. Fuck that “new pets must be babies” mentality, two of the best cats I’ve ever owned were rescued adults. Not to mention, Rob almost got rid of our cat when she was a baby because she was so wild and crazy. Now shes four and sweet as hell, so why can’t I get a sweet boy between 1 and 5 years of age? I do not care how cute they are, I want to give a grown cat a second chance at happiness. Is this so wrong?
I fucking LOVE gators, snakes, and other members of the reptile family. BUT NOT ON MY GODDAMN FEET.
Fuck I hate that girl. Just listening to her talk makes me want to drive into oncoming traffic.
I can understand how losing someone you love to death can change you. I can understand all of this because I’ve done it first hand. What I can’t wrap around my mind is why you would let that throw away everything else you have. I used to want to be like her; I looked up to her as a role model for being a great wife and mother. But now everything has changed, and I don’t knowwho she is anymore. Please… when you lose someone important, this is the time to lean on friends and family. Not abandoning everyone without so much as a goodbye.
It feels terible knowing you’ve become just as bad of a little bastard as he was, and worse thinking I could be doing something to stop the cycle yet I know and do nothing.
happy new year kitties.