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I fucking hate my house and I've hated it ever since I had to start living with practical fucking strangers. None of the dishes get put back in the right place. They close the garage when it should be left open. They don't put the lids on the trash cans so we get maggots. They turn off the lights in the kitchen so now one won't come back on again. They wake me up being way to fucking loud at way too early in the morning, and now they fucking let my cat out and didn't get her back in. Yeah, she escaped last night, and no one has seen her since. I don't even know what to do now. She almost never goes far and is howling at the door after like half an hour. I bet she was, too, and they left her out there to rot because they hate her. My poor kitty. For all I know she's dead right now. She doesn't have claws so she can't fight or hunt. She could've gotten hit by a car. She used to escape all the time when she was younger, but she's never been gone for this long before. How am I ever supposed to find her now? She could be anywhere... and no one gives a shit but me. My mom fucking laughed. I want my kitty back. :*(



( a very loud beep — speeeeeaaaakkkkk )
Aug. 7th, 2003 01:45 pm (UTC)
It's on its way to my house...following my scent. If you don't see me online tomorrow, it got me.

You better find it...because I haven't gotten your birthday card yet ;)
( a very loud beep — speeeeeaaaakkkkk )
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