Killing Pets as a Form of Abuse

My relatives took my cats in when I was evicted in December of 2103.   I was extremely grateful and paid for cat food and litter for the first 6 months until my mother had me trespassed for using her car to go to a comedy club.  (That's where my arrest stems from, the police got violent, and I was maced unnecessarily)

I was Extremely Excited when I got news about my apartment in August.  I figured I would be able to get Kali and Trinket (pictured, Kali is grey, Trinket white) back and move them with me.  

The denial and subsequent SILENCE after I accused them of discrimination meant I wasn't moving.

But my sister did....her heroin addiction finally caught up with her I guess and she was evicted.   She had already had her kids taken away a couple of months ago.

My cats went to the Humane Society....except:

I  got news that Kali went to a friend of my son's girlfriend/fiancee.  I was so relieved.

Then I tried masturbating.

The next day I got news that the person who had her had a heart attack and they had to take her to the Humane Society.

Psyche!

She's Alive....Nope...Now she's DEAD!

Face it, she's a 13 year old cat....an absolute sweetheart---but not the best chances of adoption.

It's Abuse from my family.

They killed my puppy when I was little because I wouldn't let my dad touch me while we were at camp.

When we got home, the little dog threw up....Mom and Dad took her to the vet, and came home with an Empty Cage.

I had begged to go with, I thought of that dog as my daughter.

They said she was "really sick" and there was "nothing" they could do.

I mourned for weeks.

This one way they Punish.