Meagan and I went for a walk two days ago because she’s on this crazy health kick & my mom decided that “it would be nice” if I went with her. Okay, so we’re walking & we get pretty far away from my house (farther than I’ve ever walked before) & I’m basically dying because its 90 something degrees outside. We get to this road named after a bear & I’m like OKAYTIMETOTURNAROUND, so we do & as we walk around this curb, two little kitties walk out of the brush. 

& I’m just like D: & Meagan’s like :D so we both pick one up & cuddle it a little like C:

Anyway, we end up bringing these two bastards back to my house & my mom gets a box & we keep them for a night. But I already have three cats so we have to take these to the pound. It was a horrible experience for me. 

The inside of a pound (for those of you who don’t know) smells like a horses asshole. No joke. So I’m standing in this doorway (inside this horse ass) holding my two kitties (who’s names are Chubs & Monk) & this tall bitch walks towards me & instead of asking me to move, SHE POINTS HER FINGER towards the door. & I’m like WOW. Cunt. okay, so she hands my mom these papers & tells her to “fill em out, putchur name right thur n how many animals ya brought” & instead of asking me to give her the kitties, she grabs them by the skin on their necks & pulls them out of my arms. I just really wanted to cry and hit that bitch & take my babies & run out that door. I’m so sad. I want my babies back. I’ll never leave any animals in a pound ever again.