It all started last year when I fed 1 starving feral cat. It brought its feral friends and it had kittens and some others had kittens. I wanted to get them fixed last year when I only had 4 but my mom wouldnt let me. My mistake was even mentioning it to her. I should have just gone and done it last year.

After 2 feral kittens got ran over, it took me into a state of depression and I just said fuck it... Im going to get these cats fixed no matter what the cost is.

I built a cat drop trap and my mom really yelled and went nuts and started chewing my ass verbally... Thats when I knew I had to do it under her radar and from now on, Im not even going to tell her my plans or anything. Im just going to do it. Its not like Im partying or going out everyday coming home late. Get this, I havent hung out with anyone in 2-3 years...