M's Thoughts On: Her Kittens
Right. So, a few weeks ago, I picked up three 6 month old kittens that some one had decided they didn't want any more. I didn't ask my mom, or John, my step-dad. I just picked them up, bought them their litter boxes, toys, food, and dishes all with my own work money, and set them up in the bathroom that connects to my room.
Mom was pissed, but that changed quickly when she saw them. Steph and Liz, my two younger sisters, were estatic, even though they're mine. John still won't talk to me unless I talk to him first.
I got a little light orange, darker orange tiger striped kitten, and named him Soda Pop, because he looks like orange cream soda.
I got a little gray and white tiger striped one. She answers to Sassy, though I hate that name.
And then there's my favorite. Wicket. She looks like an ewok, from Star Wars. Hence the name. She's all gray and brown, with a little patch of white on her left eyes. She really, really fluffy- especially her tail. And she sleeps on my feet every night, but she won't do anything but play during the day.
I love them all. I cuddle with them when I feel bad, and it makes me feel good. I'm pleased that I have a job so I can take care of them.
Oh, I work at a grocery store. Called Food Town. Food Town. Yeah. My manager is an icky bastard who's at least twenty years older than my 16 years, and hits on me. All. the. fucking. time. I actually filed a sexual harassment complaint against him, but there isn't anyone to take his place, so they switched my hours so that I didn't have to be around him as much. He makes a point to come into the store when I'm working. The asshole. I'm gonna go cuddle with my kittens now.
Mom was pissed, but that changed quickly when she saw them. Steph and Liz, my two younger sisters, were estatic, even though they're mine. John still won't talk to me unless I talk to him first.
I got a little light orange, darker orange tiger striped kitten, and named him Soda Pop, because he looks like orange cream soda.
I got a little gray and white tiger striped one. She answers to Sassy, though I hate that name.
And then there's my favorite. Wicket. She looks like an ewok, from Star Wars. Hence the name. She's all gray and brown, with a little patch of white on her left eyes. She really, really fluffy- especially her tail. And she sleeps on my feet every night, but she won't do anything but play during the day.
I love them all. I cuddle with them when I feel bad, and it makes me feel good. I'm pleased that I have a job so I can take care of them.
Oh, I work at a grocery store. Called Food Town. Food Town. Yeah. My manager is an icky bastard who's at least twenty years older than my 16 years, and hits on me. All. the. fucking. time. I actually filed a sexual harassment complaint against him, but there isn't anyone to take his place, so they switched my hours so that I didn't have to be around him as much. He makes a point to come into the store when I'm working. The asshole. I'm gonna go cuddle with my kittens now.