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The local brats found the four tiny kittens in our outdoor closet, and threw sticks and rock at them with verbal insults. It made me so mad, that I got dressed, went outside and yelled. They seriously believed nothing would be said to them, if they ran a little ways, or I guess they thought I was too stupid to tell who. They didn't notice me peeking through the blinds. Mother and I have done nothing to these people! At least one adult, and now three of their kids have thrown things at us on several occasions.
Oh wait, I allowed one person to borrow a wrench to take care of something that was broken. (oh gee, the nerve of me.
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He brought it back, and it had no blood or anything. He just needed it to tighten something in his own apartment. My mum might call the humane society, because we both don't want the tiny, innocent furr balls to get hurt much worse by these thugs! I once lived in a neighborhood where a couple of brats cutt off a cat's body parts with sizzers. That's cruel and unfair! No butts.
Despite my suspition of terrible parenting, I yelled at the group of three, and it seemed to work for a while now. "Stop throwing things at my home!! I'm bloody tired of it! Your parents are paying rental bills, and feeding your sorry asses! This is how you want to pay them back?! You want to pay for my window?! Huh!?" Yes I said "bloody" of all things. Which is really not like me. Americans say "f*****g" or "dam". I'm a little embarassed that my words should have made more logic, but at least they stopped hurling things so far. Thug brat children. rrg!