Okay so this story is a little gruesome, but I gotta vent it out or I'll go insane.
This tale will start boring, but facts left out would make things confusing.
This is a little known fact about me but I have 12 dogs, 4 cats, and a rabbit. Blame my mom, not me. We had just "adopted" a 5th cat who had been living outside. My dad and I are normally against having another animal in our house, but we both like this cat so we were cool with it.
Today, my mom left for work and forgot her lunchbox. That was at 5pm. She works night shift. At 5:20 my dad and I went to Books-A-Million. While there, my mom called my dad asking him to bring her lunchbox to her work (which is about 20 minutes from where we live). He drops me off at the church, (I help out there every Thursday), gets her lunchbox, then goes to her work. 40 minutes later, he goes home to wait on me to finish up at the church. I tell him that I'm ready a few minutes earlier than I should have, thinking we were done. So he comes over, and we leave 15 minutes later.
This is where shit gets fucked up. Read on at your own risk.
Anyone have advice? :/
This tale will start boring, but facts left out would make things confusing.
This is a little known fact about me but I have 12 dogs, 4 cats, and a rabbit. Blame my mom, not me. We had just "adopted" a 5th cat who had been living outside. My dad and I are normally against having another animal in our house, but we both like this cat so we were cool with it.
Today, my mom left for work and forgot her lunchbox. That was at 5pm. She works night shift. At 5:20 my dad and I went to Books-A-Million. While there, my mom called my dad asking him to bring her lunchbox to her work (which is about 20 minutes from where we live). He drops me off at the church, (I help out there every Thursday), gets her lunchbox, then goes to her work. 40 minutes later, he goes home to wait on me to finish up at the church. I tell him that I'm ready a few minutes earlier than I should have, thinking we were done. So he comes over, and we leave 15 minutes later.
This is where shit gets fucked up. Read on at your own risk.
My dad opens the door, and says "Oh my God they killed the cat."
I walk in, and there's the cat. Wet. Dead. Stiff. Horrible look on his face. No blood, so we assume he was choked to death.
Fuck me. Just fuck me. That sight was horrible.
So then we had to spend 20 minutes digging a hole to bury the thing and think of ways to explain all this to my mom tomorrow morning.
I walk in, and there's the cat. Wet. Dead. Stiff. Horrible look on his face. No blood, so we assume he was choked to death.
Fuck me. Just fuck me. That sight was horrible.
So then we had to spend 20 minutes digging a hole to bury the thing and think of ways to explain all this to my mom tomorrow morning.
Anyone have advice? :/
