Marsha Kitty
June 12th 2017.
It was dark.
It was cold, and something about this place gave me bad vibes.
Maybe because it was , oh I dunno, a slaughter house.
Anyway, my dad , Bill works at a slaughter house in the actual middle of nowhere. My mom , Heather is more of a stay at home cat but always fights with my dad.
My parents are never really supportive. All they care about is money, the slaughter house , and fighting.
It's something me and my little sister Emily had to get used to , but it wasn't always like that.
When I was three Emily was born. Things started to get bad soon after.
My little sister got very sick and is still in hospital to this day. My mom lost her job at a mall and my dad got more violent and kept to himself.
Anyway.
I had to work here cause my parents aren't together anymore and I had to go with my dad.
I also grew up with anxiety and the doctors said I might have this "Amnesia" thing.
And working at a place where you slaughter things doesn't help with that.
Well, were cats and we do us.
