I bought my kitten the day these two country hicks came in with knives in their holsters in the pet shop, my first thought was "I got to buy that kitten that he now 10 or 12 weeks old that no one wants or these thugs are gonna skin it to death and torture it" I guess I will never know if that was true or the audacity and hide of them to come into the shop carrying weapons what they were about but country hicks are what they are and they kill any thing so I bought the kitten no one else wanted and he has been great. I just hope those country hicks never have the audacity to walk into a shop pet store with knives again. vile low life scum they are!

I bought my kitten the day these two country hicks came in with knives in their holsters in the pet shop, my first thought was "I got to buy that kitten that he now 10 or 12 weeks old that no one wants or these thugs are gonna skin it to death and torture it" I guess I will never know if that was true or the audacity and hide of them to come into the shop carrying weapons what they were about but country hicks are what they are and they kill any thing so I bought the kitten no one else wanted and he has been great. I just hope those country hicks never have the audacity to walk into a shop pet store with knives again. vile low life scum they are!
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