calibeebee
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When I was 19 my parents asked me to watch their house for a week while they were on vacation.
I had to feed their cat and literally just make sure they didn’t get robbed. Well I met this rich girl at that same time and I stayed at her house pretty much the entire time and smashed.
I was at my parents house the day they left, put a crap ton of cat food in its dish outside. It would come and go as it pleased but they also said to put some food in its dish inside this side room of the house that had a cat door. In case some animals got to his food. Brought the cat in showed it the food inside and peaced out. Didn’t come back until the day they were supposed to get back.
When I come back to check on the house after a week This dudes outside dish was still stuffed full as the day I left. Then a sickening feeling hit me.....
I forgot parents boarded up that back room and were flea bombing it and they told me I had to leave the front part open so he could get out. I go in there and homie was stiff as a board, dead as a door nail. lil food dish and water bone dry. I left him locked up on accident.
I didn’t want my parents to know I killed their cat so I threw his dead body in the trash and put a full trash bag on top. Told them he never ate any of his food outside and I didn’t see him all week. They never knew I was clappin cheeks all week.
Anyways that’s prob my most trash move in life. What’s yours?
I had to feed their cat and literally just make sure they didn’t get robbed. Well I met this rich girl at that same time and I stayed at her house pretty much the entire time and smashed.
I was at my parents house the day they left, put a crap ton of cat food in its dish outside. It would come and go as it pleased but they also said to put some food in its dish inside this side room of the house that had a cat door. In case some animals got to his food. Brought the cat in showed it the food inside and peaced out. Didn’t come back until the day they were supposed to get back.
When I come back to check on the house after a week This dudes outside dish was still stuffed full as the day I left. Then a sickening feeling hit me.....
I forgot parents boarded up that back room and were flea bombing it and they told me I had to leave the front part open so he could get out. I go in there and homie was stiff as a board, dead as a door nail. lil food dish and water bone dry. I left him locked up on accident.
I didn’t want my parents to know I killed their cat so I threw his dead body in the trash and put a full trash bag on top. Told them he never ate any of his food outside and I didn’t see him all week. They never knew I was clappin cheeks all week.
Anyways that’s prob my most trash move in life. What’s yours?