I have a spastic retarted disabled persian cat who is very small and afraid of everything from the day I picked her up she was found all alone less then 6weeks old so I took her to look after her and on all accounts she is a pathic scrurrying creature that I pity and realise people must see me a lot like her, she looks at me in a pitful excited way when I bring our pitiful amount of poverty groceries into our old poverty pitiful dump of a house that is falling down everywhere with draws broken and missing in the kitchen and I feed the spastic animal and often feel so sad I could kill her and myself but for some stupid reason I don't and pretend things will get better but I know they never will and there is no hope for any of us with my illnesses and constant fear of doom and death its hard to face life and you make do with less then everyone else because you were an abused child that looked to be abused at 4 like smug smart margaret from bayside family church told me like the slut pig she is!