Never been so fucking pissed and upset in my whole entire life.
For the last two months I've been taking care of this litter of kittens after I found them out in the rain, soaking wet.
For the last 16 years, my sister has claimed that "all cats are her responsibility" and they all fucking die young or run away.
To date, I've buried 23 cats/kittens, according to the notches on my shovel.
Today, my mother ran over the back legs of one of the kittens in a freak accident, so I rushed outside, and put the kitten in a small box, wrapped it in a blanket, and treated it for shock for 3 hours. Then suddenly my disgusting, piece of shit, dirty, no life, whore of a sister comes in and tells me that I don't know how to raise kittens. She had the audacity, after neglecting cats for so long, these ones mainly, now that she can drive, to tell me I don't know how to raise cats? I doubt she knows I've saved 3 of "her" cats from somewhat major medical issues. She takes this cat whose life I just saved, and gives me the what for about my terrible techniques of nurturing the cats. For what, though? So she can just go out and abandon them tomorrow. How DARE she, I mean what the fuck. How dare she have the nerve to tell me that all the hours I spent raising those cats don't count for jack shit towards the years she spent neglecting past litters?

Anyways. That's my two fucking bits. Fuck her. Thank for reading, even though I doubt any of you did.