To warn again, do not read on if you are easily offended:
Okay, thanks for staying with me. I found out something yesterday that is shocking that I don't know what to do about, but I feel that I need to get it off my chest, so I thought I might express my feelings through writing. First, I need to give some background.
So during high school my parents split up and my mom and I moved out into a house with my aunt and cousin. My aunt isn't the most pleasant of people, but I never thought she would do what I found out yesterday.
When my mom and I were living in the same house as my aunt, we adopted two adorable kittens because my previous cat that we had when we moved in mysteriously disappeared. I have never lived without a cat before, so adopting again was an easy decision.
One day, one of the new kittens was missing. A couple days later the Humane Society called us and told us they had found her. I was so happy, and thankful for the tag in her ear which identified her.
My mom brought her home, and I could see the shocked look on my aunt's face. Later, I found out that my aunt had taken the kitten with her to work one morning on the other side of the city and had let her out on the highway. This was confirmed as she was found near my aunt's work. But the story got much more gruesome. A few days later, the cat was missing again.
Recently, my mom travelled to Trinidad and visited a whole bunch of our family. There she learned what had been the fate of the kitten. Apparently, my aunt had bragged to our family that she had done. Now waring this is graphic, stop reading if you can't handle violence, guts, and gore. Still there? Okay, my aunt bragged that after the kitten had returned home she put the poor little thing in a bag and ran it over with her car and then threw it in the garbage. Apparently she told this story as a joke to our family as well.
I was shocked and horrified when I heard what happened. Now, I don't want anyone to feel sorry for me. I have dealt with more death in my life since then, and understand that everything runs its cycle. My mind however is still spinning with that kind of premeditated planning or murder and living with this person for years.