So my friend and I were talking about stuff just chilling in laser tag waiting section while we waited for the game to be over so we could play.

I then remembered I hadn't told my friend that I was gender fluid. I then awkwardly and a cheery way mentioned that I had forgotten to tell him I was gender fluid.

He was confused until I explained it. He then was ok with it but then had a bad thought and turned to me with like the most sorry face you could see.

I said "would you feel bad if I told you, you have been using the wrong gender pronouns with me amigo? For a few months now?" He whimpered legit and just crumpled to the ground like the earth just fell on him.

"YES I WOULD FEEL BAD! AHHHHHH" he then proceeded to scream and shake me back and fourth. He then apologized a million times. I told him it was ok and then we talked about relationships. And then he introduced me to his new girlfriend.

Who looks like a bean inma say. Like for some reason she still has baby skin and the puffed up cheeks that babies have. She's adorable as hell.

My friend then also told me I can't steal his woman-
I said I wouldn't-
I have a woman already-
Who might be leaving me-
Because she isnt sure-
Yay for relationship issues-

So we lived at the apartment at the time. My dog ran around the house and we chased after her. When we got around to the other side a car was hissing at our dog and my dog had her ears lowered. She was Being friendly because she just wants to make friends and the cat out of no where launched at her. It clawed her face leaving 3 giant bloody gashes and my dog helped in pain and ran to us. The cat ran after her and jumped on her back scratching her and trying to kill her.

My brother screamed for my dad and I got my dog away from the cat. The cat tried to go for my dog again and I screamed at it like a banshee until it went away.

I've never wanted to kill an animal so badly before. But I could tell that thing was going to die soon and that satisfied me.

The thing had a bone for a tail with no fur and that's how I knew it was going to die. 

I've hated cats ever since for hurting my puppy

(She was legit not that old then) (like 1 in human years)

So we got 4 cats In total in our life.

I named the first because I was the first

My brother was the second he named the 3rd

My sister was the third she named the fourth

She named her "kitty kitty"

Well "kitty kitty" ran out of our house and hid for an unknown reason one time.

When we found her she was pregnant and giving birth behind a radiator. 

My mom had to get her out from behind there and ended up getting burned.

But she got her to our house and helped her give birth.

We had the kittens for a day then my mom sold them.

We got to keep one and the mother.

The mother I respected because she was gentle and not mean.

I named this one I think I don't remember.

I had a young brother and my sister wasn't born yet.

She HATED kids.

To get past her on the stairs you had to press yourself into the wall.

Even then she would hiss and snarl at you.

One time she clawed the back of my heel off. I have a faded scar from it even after all those years.

(Old stories from a book I deleted that are all memories)