I am a terrible person.

The stupid people in my stupid town made it so that feral cats needed to go asap and so I had to give my babies away today.

I feel awful, I had to drag them away and stuff them in a box so they could go to a farm.

They aren't in danger anymore but I can't get the image of their terrified faces out of my head.

They were screaming at me and so was there mom, now she's afraid of me.

We couldn't get one and now Spice is cowering away in the back of my shed.

I read about how If kittens are separated from there siblings they forget about it soon but what is he going to do when he doesn't see any of them anymore. He'll know something is up.

And they were separated from there mom, kittens get depressed because of that.

I cried as I took them away and they kept clawing me, intending to hurt me. They were intending to hurt me...

How am I supposed to live with this....

I am such a fucking weakling, I can't stop crying. I deserve to burn in hell.

          This is the last picture I took of them....

     Bye Babies....