Cats

When I was a lot younger I used to stay with my Grandads and Grandmother every weekend. It definitely ruled so hard because I got spoiled so much, and I got to help make breakfast on Saturday/Sunday mornings! Well, they lived in a really cool house on a lake in Crestview, Florida which I may inherit when.... well, you know.

Well, my Grandmother wasn't a true crazy Cat Lady, however she did have a lot of cats; nine to be exact. Well I got to name one or two of them, one I remember I named "Kidden" (supposed to be Kitten but my t's turned into d's and it just stayed that way).

Onto the actual story: When no one was looking I would legitimately walk on the back porch, which had a pretty big drop off of it, and push the cats off the porch onto the ground below. It was a pretty far fall too. I never hurt them, I guess it's true that cats always land on their feet, but I still feel bad, because I'm pretty sure they were pretty pissed at me all the time.