u/AnteaterCrafty4069

hey guys, i’ve been debating posting this story for a while now, but in honor of my roommate moving out tomorrow, i thought i’d share this story.

content warning, obviously. this story will go into detail about animal abuse and negligence, which i’m sure you can see from the title. please don’t read if you don’t want to hear about kittens being mistreated.

i’d like to preface by saying that this was reported to the apartment complex, and half the story is retold by my other roommate (who is awesome) so for the last part of this story, i was not physically present for it.

I (22F) lived with three other roommates at the time of this happening. For sake of the story, i’ll call them A(20F), B(20F), and C(19F). Things were already very shaky from the moment I moved in. Laundry was being done at 2am when i had a 16 hour shift the next morning, C was generally inconsiderate about noise late into the night, and both B and C had an extra person staying in their room for months. Me and A genuinely bonded over living through what felt like a sitcom, and i am so glad that in this mess i found her (we are both continuing to live together this season!) One day, I came home to see that B and C had a shoebox containing two VERY newborn kittens. these kittens couldn’t have been more than DAYS old at the time. Literal babies. B claimed that they found them in the woods and planned on raising them/keeping them till they were older and giving them to a shelter. B and C both claimed to take the kittens to a vet, who obviously offered to take the kittens off their hands and take better care of them. they declined.

over the course of both kittens being in our apartment, B and C would stay up all night long cooking their (stinky) food over the stove with our pots, keeping them in the shoebox which was way too small for those kittens, and doing what i assume was their best to take care of them. At some point one of the kittens got really sick and I think B mentioned the other one trying to eat the others poop and maybe also getting sick? Unfortunately, and not surprisingly since they were under feeding the kittens and not giving them the proper nutrition that a momma cat would be providing them, they both died. I thought that was kind of the end of it, but over dinner with my roommate, A, she informed me that the worst was yet to come.

on her way back from class, A stumbled upon a very very stinky shoebox wrapped in a plastic shopping bad on our front porch. Now, we live in texas. It gets HOT. 100 degrees with a real feel of 121 type hot. This box was sitting in the heat for days. A told me she didn’t want to believe it, but upon reaching out to B and C, she confirmed that the box was in fact the corpses of the two kittens, left on our porch to rot. When asked about it, they claimed they planned on burying them or something, but kept them in the box while they thought about it. it’s literally the most disgusting thing i’ve ever heard, and I can’t believe that these two kittens literally spent their only time alive suffering, only to die a few weeks after they were born.