I took $250 dollars out of my grandfathers account one day when I was so splitting depressed. I had the card and usually never used it for whimps but this day I seen a very cute fluffy kitten and could not resist to ask to hold her. it was right after a cat I had died.
so I feel guilty in a way but then I though “f*** you. you caused me half of this trouble” and I went and bought this tiniest fluffy kitten. he never missed the money and I took her home and my nephew liked her and played with her that xmas.
bought another kitten recently and I have four cats who mean the world to me. I love them like children.
