i’ve officially disowned white shit.

 

i went up to the ex boyfriend’s place today, spied it looking alive for once, (it’s usually sleeping but this time it was on the wheel) and put my hand into its cage.

 

it’ll usually run over, give my hand a friendly sniff, then allow me to pick it up and cuddle it.

 

instead, it ran over, bit me, not once but THREE FUCKING TIMES at the exact same spot, and refused to let go even when i lifted my hand and tried to shake it off.  

 

that little bastard.

 

when i finally flung him back into his cage, i turned to the ex boyfriend and went, "white shit fucking bit me!" and shoved my bleeding palm into his face, pouting and sulking like a little girl.

 

the ex boyfriend then tried pacifying me by smacking white shit a couple of times.

 

i’ve no idea why white shit’s turning into a flesh-eating bugger but i do know that i want no part of him anymore, since he bit me.

 

if there’s one thing pets (and sometimes humans) should know, it’s that you don’t bite the hand that feeds you.

 

don’t worry desperate addict, i’ll still let my white shit mate with your white shit.

only thing is, i worry for your white shit’s safety.

 

and i guess it’ll be the last time i’ll be blogging under the "pets" category, since that KNNB white piece of shit now belongs to the ex boyfriend.  

 

 unless of course, i get a goldfish. emoticon