Fo, you crack me up! That's all I need...a new mouth to feed and shelter, when I don't even know where I'm going. I have to leave my pets! I HATE that. I can't take them to my moms. I don't know how long it will be. I despise the idea of any of H's goons even looking at, much less petting, one of my fur-babies, yet I have no choice at all.
My cats are special. I have two of them. They are British Shorthairs, a breed I admired forever. One Mother's Day, H, me, and the twins went on a road trip to California to pick up my kittens! Best Mother's Day ever. And now I have to leave them with H. He's so smug about it. (He likes my cats, too.) I'm as mad at him about my pets as I am everything else! LOL
And my puppy! Cute, white curly haired Bichon Frise. Most cheerful, loving dog ever born. I love, love, LOVE my fur-babies. My twins are the official guardians, but they're going to stay with H a while longer to save money, so H will still have access. Funny that the pet angle is what really gets my blood boiling.
One day...somehow, someway, I will get my babies back.
