Okay so, where do I begin? Hmmm., okay, so I’m Cali and my brother, who this story is about, is Slick. I feel like I have to tell my story because for some reason people just think I’m mean to Slick for no reason. Well I GUARANTEE after reading this, nobody will say I'm mean to Slick and will have something to say about my bro.

My pops name is Jasper and he was welcomed in a family home, I guess he preferred the outdoors. The family would feed him whenever he came around; they allowed him to come in also. Okay, so fast foward pops basically showed us where the family lived and let us know they would help us. One day me and my bro(we didn’t have names yet} decided to wait for someone to come out and see us. I have no idea what big moving thing was, nevermind, I do remember my pops telling me, it’s called a car and to always be very careful around them. I went to the side(of who I would learn is our foster mom). I just waited for her to get out, but before she did, she called someone(it was, who would become my oldest foster sis}. Slick picked my oldest foster sis as his person, by climbing up her leg.

Mom and sis immediately washed both of us. They found a box, put a cover in it and went to a few stores to get everything we needed. They had officially given us names. Mom named me Cali and my oldest sis named my bro Slick. Me and Slick shared a box whenever the family left the house and at night. Mom and oldest sis trained us to use our litter box. We both learned how to on the very first try.

So it’s day 2 and guess what, Slick decided he wanted to S!*t in the box. You want to know what else?!? It was all over, which, yup, it was ALL OVER ME! This of course meant another damn bath…ughh. You know what, it’s only the 2nd day, I’ll give him a pass; not a full one, a smidge of a pass. When mom wakes up, she isn’t happy, so she wakes big sis up, who's also not happy. Our box gets cleaned, now it’s time to do this “fun” thing, called a bath. The only thing I like about taking a bath is being wrapped in a towel and mom holds me until I’m dry.

So Slick continued to s!*t and piss several times in our box for the time we were with our foster family. I want to say that he did this at least 4-5 times. We were so clean, we shouldn't need a bath until next year, like damn…so no I wasn’t happy with getting shat on. How would you feel? How would you treat your sibling?

Now the reason, I had to write this to explain why I'm an asshole to Slick. So when he’s chilling, guess what? I disturb his peace, yup, sure do and it feels so good. Sorry not sorry at all. Oh, Slick, you want to take a nap, ummm, not happening, I didn’t get any sleep when you decided to s!*t in the space that we share.

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