Just ranting

I'm sure that anyone who is viewing this has read at least some of Eric's rants. It feels so good sometimes to let it all out. If you don't you might fucking explode and destroy the computer screen or something. I'm pissed and I need to let it all out. I don't really have any other blogs, and this is way too long to post of facebook....

Like Eric, I'm an animal lover. I probably care about them more than I do for humans. I cry for them when they die, but never have at any of my relatives funerals. Unlike humans, there's basically nothing wrong with them. They never do anything wrong. Anyways, we've had a cute cat named Leo for like 13 years now. He's getting up there and slowing down. A little over a year ago, a young stray cat kept coming around and my mom liked him. She can be a bitch for the most part, but she surprised everyone by saying we can keep him. So we named him Debo, and to make it short, he's a fucking dick to Leo. Leo is overweight and has sore joints, bones, whatever else. But Debo chases him all around the fucking house, bites Leo, makes Leo scream in pain, forces him to jump on and off of high surfaces which makes it even worse...

This has been going on for over a year, and I can't fucking stand it for much longer. We kept hoping it would get better. We'd yell at Debo and lock him in the basement sometimes. But the stupid cat won't stop even though I'm sure he knows Leo is in pain. My mom wants to get rid of Debo, and I'd love to as well. But my dad is extremely attached to him and he doesn't want to get rid of him. My dad is such a nice person and I'd feel really bad of he had to get rid of his little buddy, but something obviously needs to change. Once Leo is like 15 or so, he's done when it comes to that shit. I'd consider it to be animal abuse. I tried to reason with my dad, who honestly isn't the brightest crayon in the box. A lot of times he completely lacks common sense. The other day, I had a long conversation with my him about Leo and how cruel the whole situation is...

He seemed to really get it, at the time. I've felt guilty this entire time and thought he did too. So we agreed that we would lock Debo up on the porch at night, and when nobody's home. Well, this was 5 days ago, and it never fucking happened. I finally asked my dad today, ummm, is this porch thing gonna actually happen or not? And my dad says that he and my mom will keep Debo in the porch when nobody is home. But at night?...My dad sad something like this... "I get up about, 4 or 5 times a night to use the bathroom...and every time I do, Debo is right there asleep...so uhh, we don't need to lock him up at night."...like, wow you guys. My dad, honestly thinks that a fucking cat, sleeps aaallllll throughout the night like a human does. Passed out except to use the bathroom or get some water...Jesus fucking christ...

It is pretty damn obvious, for one, that cats are up at all hours of the night. They wake up, get bored, roam around, torture aging cats...I am so fucking angry and feel helpless because it's not like this is my house. I can't decide what happens. But my heart breaks at the thought of my poor cat having sharp teeth sunk into his skin almost daily...it's absolutely fucking ridiculous that it's allowed to happen. I love my dad, but I am very pissed at him for being an unrealistic moron with no sympathy for a poor old cat. I highly doubt that I'll have a good Christmas. If my dad ever asks why I seem mad, I'll tell him what's pissing me off every single time . . . . . I guess I'm about done. I have to be up in 5 hours. But Eric was definitely right when he said that people are fucking idiots, and that it's infuriating to even think of how stupid they can be.

If anyone ever feels like ranting in their response, feel free. It might prevent you from snapping and killing someone. ^_^