A start to what hopes to be a near end.

Honestly I know I'm behind the times starting a blog in 2010, I think that was so 2000 or something along those lines. I've realized a possible outlet may help, maybe even distract me from my situation, which isn't terrible compared to lives others are leading by no fault of their own, but because they were born into. I however agreed to this. Despite most people I meet thinking I must be a harsh and cruel person, I really don't think I am. In fact I'm rather pleasant when you get to know me, if you get to know me. The entire experience has obviously taught me a lot. The main thing being never judge someone before knowing them. You can generalize all you one, but don't pick an individual and go through what you think they are like in your mind.

And what situation could one be in to make them think of others so highly? Well it is a little strange.. But I take care of my now 92 year old grandmother. I'm 24, just finishing with an associates in Biology from a local community college and still live with my parents. To be perfectly honest, I know it sounds pretty lame. Though, I also know that people will always to quick to assume and quicker to judge.

When I first started taking care of my grand mom it was a three times a week visit to her house down in the less desirable parts of Philly. She could still get up and make herself food, and would actually managed to go to church on Wednesdays for the free lunch meal. It was obvious it wasn't the best thing for her then. But she really did still have a bit of a handle. Then a really big problem came to fruition. My grand mom loves cats. Really really loves cats. So when an old time friend (as we know now, he stole money from her and pretty much used her), needed a place to stay because 'they' came and smashed his meter and threw him out of his own home, she said yes, to him and approximately 13 cats. This was bad. Really really bad. His name was Norman and honestly, he was one of the nicest people, at first. He would drive my grand mother to church, drive her to the store for groceries. Drive her to the bank. To pay him for gas, and his time. He was paying her rent, that she would end up giving back to him for the absurd amounts of money he would ask for these 'favors'. In addition to all of this he had cats, lots of cats. He fed every stray in the neighborhood. I kept asking my mom and dad to get rid of him, my Uncle complained about him. I was fed up. So I started getting rid of his cats. One by one. No I didn't drowned them in a river, it wasn't their faults that this man couldn't get the hint that he was taking advantage of an old woman on 2 liters of continuous oxygen, who has asthma, COPD, and a slew of other health problems, and can't be around all these cats. I took them to the ACT center on Huntington. Honestly I didn't really feel bad I knew those that had a chance and those who didn't. I believe that domestic animals shouldn't be hoarded, death would be better than that injustice. Plus I had no time to home the animals. According to the site 6 of the 8 I brought were adopted. One had feline leukemia and the other was just a terrible creature. But I knew when this plan would go awry. Kittens..