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Looks like I'll be moving much sooner than I thought.
According to my mom,
whether we sell this house or not,
we're going to be gone by sometime in November.
Sooner, if we do manage to sell the house.
We'll be going to either Texas or Georgia.
Wherever my dad can get a job.
My mom was nice enough to bring up the cats again.
Gee, thanks mom.
I needed to worry about them too.
She started by saying that we'd have to declaw Kilala.
That got my hopes up.
Then she went on to say we may have to get rid of Neko.
And that's where my hopes went down.
What's worse than losing both of my babies?
Having to choose one over the other.
I can't do it.
And why does it suddenly have to be Neko?!
What happened to "he was here first, so he will leave last" speech
my parents were always making.
What suddenly made him so damn unimportant to them?
And no offense to Kilala,
but Neko would probably make a more managable house cat
than she would.
She's a killer. The one who can't stand to not be outside every day.
But if she comes with us, there will be no more outside for her.
What can she do then? Probably run around and knock things over.
Sure, she won't be tearing things up with her claws...
but she can still break things, hurt herself, etc.
But that's all beside the point.
I don't want to get rid of either of them.
Also, what my mom doesn't seem to understand,
is that the two of them can't stand to be apart from one another.
Mostly Neko.
I'd rather lose them both and have them adopted together,
than to take one with me and leave the other by itself..
And of course she doesn't even listen when I try to tell her this.
At least if the house sells,
we'll be able to keep them both.
But that's if it sells.
I hope to God it does. It may mean we'll have to move sooner...
But I'd prefer to have at least one time
where I don't have to lose my cats for some reason or another.
At least one time would be nice.
Ugh... dammit. This year has totally sucked.
All because ******** Rob wanted to hire some dumbass friend of his,
so he got rid of my dad to do it.
It's his ******** fault all this s**t is happening.
If I ever saw him again,
I'd have to grab something heavy and beat the living s**t out of him with it.
And I thought he was a really nice guy once.
Makes me sick just thinking about that.
D:<
 Ophrysia · Tue Oct 03, 2006 @ 11:31pm · 1 Comments |
