Today my niece got an unattended couple of minutes outside and decided to drown two kittens simultaneously. I've seen many examples of small children being cruel to animals and have decided it must be some kind of ancient caveman DNA crying out, but I've never seen it end in death. Or two deaths, for that matter.
And they were the two coolest kitties we had, to add to it.. An ultra-tiny black boy cat (who was so friendly he'd always sleep by your feet if you were around) and a fluffy wide-faced big-eyed orange girl cat (who was so friendly she'd always sleep by your feet if you were around). The orange one was scheduled to get out of this hellhole in a couple days also.
She drowned them in their own water dish (an upside-down trashcan lid, because that's how fancy and well-off we are!). And she probably was grinning and enjoying the experience too.
Her mom was a psychopathic drunk who beat her dog and hurled her cats every time they tried running inside in hopes of eating. Thing is, she's been picking at and slapping our two inside dogs for 3 months now and getting punished for it, time and time and time and time again. She gives not a shit.
Before anyone tells you kids are a miracle, the best thing you can do for yourself, a life-brightening experience, consider. Assuming you beat the disorders and autism odds to begin with, then you can let em grow up and find out if you've raised a torturous Frankenstein monster or not!
I don't have kids. Made that call a long time ago (because my weak spine and weaker bank account) can't support me, much less anything else. But my girlfriend of six years has two kids, and I am basically their dad (even though both kiddos enjoy talking about their vapor-thin invisible fathers. Xavier is eleven, and his dad acts eleven and beats women and does crystal meth (and anything else he can get his biohazard-dirty hands on). And Xavier loves him. Hasn't seen him (or a dime from him) in over five years, and he loves his ol dad because HE HAS AN XBOX. That's it. He knows full and well his "daddy" beat the everloving shit out of his mom, dragged her through the dirt, slammed her head in, and into, a car door, kicked her in the privates. That last point should show who he is. And now he's got three or four other kids, plugging right along, beating and drugging and evading the child support office all at the same time. And Xavier pisses all over the toilet, and chews paper and sticks it to the ceiling, and bosses his sister around every hour of every day, spills tea and eats food like a two year old, refuses to clean his room (for five years now) to get his game system back. He's been spanked, denied field trips, denied game time at school, closed up in his room, royally spanked by "Papa" (another man in my girlfriends life that has beaten the hell out of her) for ruining his house (which he does ruin the house, he pees in the floor beside the couch, even though he bawls when we tell him "Are we going to have to buy diapers for you?"). He's had it all snatched away from him and all he wants is to piss off his sister, piss on the everything, and spill just a little more food and drink. I've told him "You'll never play another video game under this roof, ever again, until you start using the bathroom, and eating, like an eleven year old, instead of a (sloppy) three year old. He lies and tries to throw his sister to the wolves every opportunity he gets, no matter how unbelievable the lie is, and I don't doubt he enjoys it when she does burn for his crimes. I feel like I'm raising him up only so he can have fun in jail for the rest of his adult life. He's lazy and bossy and will never work, I'm sure.
Sorry if I sound cruel myself here, but I took the first three or four years of him spraying shit in my face in stride. Now that he's older, and now that I know he's better than that, and he knows he's better than that, its really really getting old. And he knows its getting old, because anytime he's forced to do something he hates doing (like apologizing or wiping his piss ((or shit))off the seat) he screams and howls and yells "Not fair! Not fair! Not fair! Not fair! Not faiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiir! Not faaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiir! Not faiiiiiaiaiiaiaiaiaiaiiaiaiaia! AaiaiaiiiiiaiiaiaiaiaiiiiiaiiaiaiiiiiiI!*gag* *cough**gag* NooooooooooooooooooooooooooooaaaaaiiiiIIAIAIAIIIIIIIIIAIAIAIAIIIIIIIAIAIAIIIIIIIAIAIAIIIIIIIIIIIIIII". And then I say "Yes, buddy, it is fair. Because you pee in the floor, and your sister doesn't. And you sister and mom sit in your pee, and you don't. And half of anything you try to eat or drink ends up thrown around (or stuck to the ceiling) of the kitchen. And you refuse to apologize. And you uncle has told you, your grandpa has told you, your grown cousins have told you, I've told you, and your mom has told you, ten thousand thousand times. No food in the living room. No pee in the living room. No food in your room. No bossing your sister. No shoveling down any bit of food that doesn't require cooking (he'll eat entire packs of hotdogs and loaves of bread and gallons of milk in a single day, some of it eaten and the rest shredded up and stuffed into the couch, or behind the couch in the windowsill, or hurled outside, or stuffed behind the toy box in his room). And how many things have you stopped doing? Do you want a grand prize for peeing in the floor? Would you give me a high five if I peed in your bed? No, you wouldn't. Does Jake say to Finn, "Hey buddy, can I pee in your house?" and Finn says, "Sure buddy, pee in my house! Right in the floor, because it doesn't stink, and it doesn't matter that everyone else on the planet uses the toilet, and everyone on the planet has told you its disgusting, and just like a damn baby, to pee in the floor.".
Nothing matters. Guess some people just have to grow up to fill that niche (or cellblock). DNA matters, and apparently his "dad's" wifebeating shitface DNA is just too redneck and idiotic to alter. I knew the guy long before he slung his sperm around, and the first thing he ever said to me was "You want some of my brain pills?". I've already figured out that the world is so overstuffed with douche because said douche runs out and irresponsibly has kids left and right (and runs like hell) while all the noble guys (such as my own damn self) keep from having children if they aren't prepared to, and never have kids if they're never prepared. Noble horses dying in the stables while the donkeys and mules rampage the pastures. Good!
Just another wonderful layer to the ass cake that is my existence. I really hope this at least makes some other folks feel a little less taxed by their own lives. Now I get to wade out in the ticks and chiggers and molten heat to bury two innocent baby cats who actually did manage to have a worse day than I'll have.
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