gutter-child

We found the kittens in a dumpster behind the outlet mall. We liked to look through them in case anything good was thrown out. Sometimes we found clothes we could wear so it was always worth a look. But that night there were kittens. We weren't sure what to do with them, Randy couldn't have pets since his dad hated animals (he hated pretty much everything) and Wallace was allergic. So it ended up being me, even though my mom hated cats. But we just knew they couldn't stay there in that dumpster; we weren't even sure how they got there to be honest. They had to be weaned, eyes open and bright, mewling and crawling actively. Some jerk must hav