We were supposed to collect a kitten today - a special Christmas present for Hashtag. We are allowed to have one now that he is post-treatment. A new addition to our family.
We didn't collect this kitten. Kitten seller was shopping and also taking one of her kids to rugby or something so she wasn't going to be in, for collection, for anything other than no time at all, or a teeny tiny window of opportunity. She did say her mother in law could hand over the kitten, or I could turn up at 4pm which was convenient for her.
I told her to stick her kitten and keep the money.
She had got the day muddled apparently - thought I was picking up the sodding kitten on Friday. She messaged me on Friday along the lines of 'hi hun, you coming for the kitty hun?' This is a dialect thing. hun. Even your burglar is a hun here. 'You nicked my 110" plasma and raped my gran hun. How cud u hun?"
Nothing is anyone's fault anymore. Kelly bleeding to death against a tree, dead babies washed up on beaches, a woman who wants to get rid of a baby animal but only during Poundland closing times.
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