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I officially hate my neighbors. Not that I ever liked them, but I didn’t hate them. These people are the neighbors from hell. They junk up their yard, and their junk often gets into our yard too. They literally throw their trash bags out their back door and let it sit there all week until garbage day. Animals get in the trash, or the bags aren’t closed very good, so loose trash blows or get dragged into my yard, making it so that I essentially have to pick up after them. They have five kids, and they’re always outside early on the weekends screaming and waking me up. They’ll often play in our yard too and leave their damn toys lay in my yard, making it so that I have to go around and throw any toys left behind back into their yard. This is really a hazard when I have to mow, because running over a toy would ******** up my mower blade. This is just a quick synapses of previous reasons I disliked them. Even these reasons are enough to make to make someone hate them, but surprisingly, my dislike for them hadn’t reached those proportions yet. Well, now the straw that broke the camels back happened. Their cat (who I lovingly called Fruitcake, since I didn’t know his real name), who I’ve written about in the past, was hit by a car. I saw him in the middle of the road going to school Monday. I bawled the whole way to school. That night, when I got home, I went over to tell the mother, figuring they hadn’t known. Her response was “Oh, yeah, we saw him there the other day.” That stupid ******** c**t! She knew he was there for at least a couple days, so she obviously had no intentions of going to get him. She was just going to leave what was supposed to be a beloved family pet on the road to rot like it was any other common road-kill. I would seriously like to strangle that whole family. That cat was so loving! I would have done anything for him to be my cat. I can’t stop thinking about how he spent most of the summer here with me two years ago. They didn’t appreciate him though. Animals are not ******** disposable! If they would have kept him inside like responsible pet owners, he wouldn’t have been crossing the road at night and wouldn’t be dead. It’s their entire ******** fault. They have blood on their hands, and they’re totally unaffected. Anyways, he wasn’t even my cat, but I couldn’t leave him on the road. Even I loved him too much for that. I went and got him off the road and buried him in my backyard beside Balthazar and Precious, the section of my yard which I unfortunately now think of as “cat alley.” It’s just so crazy that he’s gone. Not too long ago he came over when I was out getting the mail and I stopped to pet him. Even later than that, he was sleeping on top of our air conditioner. It’s just so devastating. It’s horrible that that loving of a cat met such a terrible end. He deserved so much better his whole life than what he got. This year just keeps getting worse and worse for the cats I love. I just hope Fruitcake is at peace now, up in his own special section of Heaven.
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