silverthorne

Fuck you. Fuck the spotted pony you rode in on. But really, fuck you. With a running chainsaw up your fucking useless, selfish ass.

So, Foot and I went to the vet.

I think I can say with utter confidence that she doesn't have other humans looking out for her. At least not now.

She's between 6 months and 8 months old--not even a year old yet.

She's also pregnant. Six kittens.

I can't keep/raise/place six kittens, even if the apartment management would allow it.

I chose Foot.

She's getting spayed tonight; there will be no kittens.

But she will have a mom-for-life. Me. My cat now, even if some asshole does show up and try to claim her.

I pick her up three tomorrow afternoon. I'll let you all know whether she still thinks I'm awesome after she gets home.