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Take a look at this.
Pretty damn cute, isn't she? She's as friendly as can be, too. Loves to ride around on people's shoulders, and when she wants attention, she'll climb up your shirt and bop you on the chin. She's already litter-trained, and aside from an eye infection and an upper respiratory infection that are being treated with some medicine from the vet, she's the picture of health.
Somebody lobbed her out of a passing car as it drove by my parents' house a couple of weeks ago. My mother, who is disabled, was hobbling down to get the newspaper and saw it. She said that whoever it was had a good arm on them because they threw her hard enough to clear the driveway and land in a lawn chair.
I'm beginning to see my mother's point when she says that she has more sympathy for animals than people sometimes. People either usually deserve what they get, or they at least have some power to shape their fates. (Note: this it not always the case, and like my mother, I have tremendous sympathy and empathy for anyone who suffers) Animals, meanwhile, are usually at the mercy of some fuckwit.
Oh, and one more thing. The kitten, whom my mother has named Missy, has a purr that sounds like an ailing air conditioner.
Pretty damn cute, isn't she? She's as friendly as can be, too. Loves to ride around on people's shoulders, and when she wants attention, she'll climb up your shirt and bop you on the chin. She's already litter-trained, and aside from an eye infection and an upper respiratory infection that are being treated with some medicine from the vet, she's the picture of health.
Somebody lobbed her out of a passing car as it drove by my parents' house a couple of weeks ago. My mother, who is disabled, was hobbling down to get the newspaper and saw it. She said that whoever it was had a good arm on them because they threw her hard enough to clear the driveway and land in a lawn chair.
I'm beginning to see my mother's point when she says that she has more sympathy for animals than people sometimes. People either usually deserve what they get, or they at least have some power to shape their fates. (Note: this it not always the case, and like my mother, I have tremendous sympathy and empathy for anyone who suffers) Animals, meanwhile, are usually at the mercy of some fuckwit.
Oh, and one more thing. The kitten, whom my mother has named Missy, has a purr that sounds like an ailing air conditioner.
What are people on, exactly?
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