there was..

a cat in my house.
no..it was CATS.
i feel like i was gonna have a heart attack, i really really hate cats u see.
i was gonna go and get my visa pics which i stuffed in my hand bag which was in my closet. when i opened the closet..much to my surprise..out of know where...a big fat CAT flew straight into my arms.
i shouted of course. i threw IT. then....
i FELL.
i was screaming like a mad man. i quickly ran upstairs to mom. and just couldnt stop screamin. i tought i was gonna get a heart attack. and..i just coudn't stop! my mom pannicked. it was like i was possesed.
she tried to calm me down and laid me in bed and was soothing my chest with her hands. after a few minutes i was back to normal.
yess..it was that bad. want to know why?
coz I FREAKING HATE CATS! can't stand the sight of them and believe me..i don't find anything cute about them. the tought that it was in my arms grossed my out. ewwwwwwwww. i scrubed my hands like crazy afterwards.
and when mom came down and checkout my closet..she found 3 lil kittens! in the size of your palm. and they were in MY closet! yuckkk!!! and while i'm writing this.. they're still in my closet! my mom hate cats too so we had to wait for dad to come home and threw them out.
AS FAR AS POSSIBLE!