I woke up panting and startled. Same damn nightmare as always. I’m not going to get into detail about the nightmare. It’s nothing important. But since I can’t sleep, I might as well get ready for the day. But I made sure to stay quiet so Mabel can sleep. I was planning on waking her up at 7 AM. So, I went to the kitchen and cooked myself some bacon. Don’t ask where the bacon came from. Some things are left unanswered. After eating an entire plate of bacon, I went into my man cave to see if I have any emails. All junk mail. I was probably down there until 6:55 AM. And at 7, I went up to let Mabel out of the sorry box.
Me: Did you learn your lesson, Mabel?
Mabel: looks down at the floor Yes Daddeh.
Me: good. Now, let’s get you some breakfast.
Mabel: Mabew wan sketties
Me: No Mabel. Sketties aren’t for breakfast. But you can have some for lunch.
Mabel: Mabew wan sketties nao!
Mabel starts puffing her cheeks and stomping one of her hooves. Oh, fuck. She’s definitely showing signs of Bitch Mother Syndrome.
Me, in a stern tone: Listen Mabel, I let you live here. If you’re going to talk that way to me, you’re going back into the sorry box.
Mabel: MABEW WAN SKETTIES NAO!!! GIB SKETTIES DUMMEH DADDEH OR MABEW WILL GIB SOWWY POOPIES AND SOWWY HOOFIES!!!
Me, in a calm tone: are you threatening me? Listen here you little shit, you don’t know what I’m capable of. What I truly am. I can easily kill you by pierce through your skull with a single finger tip.
Mabel, while growling angrily: Mabew wan sketties NAO!!!
Mabel: TAKE SOWWY POOPIES!!
She tried to launch shit at me, but she missed. I was too fast for that.
Mabel: TAKE SOWWY HOOFIES!!!
Mabel proceeded in donkey kicking me. So, I punted the little cunt.
Mabel: SCREEEEEEEE!!! WHY…
Before she could finish that sentence, I grabbed her by the throat and pinned her to the ground.
Me, snarling like a feral animal: How DARE YOU TRY TO SHIT ON ME AND KICK ME!!! I LET YOU LIVE HERE!!! I GAVE YOU TOYS, FOOD, A BED, EVEN A ROOF OVER YOUR HEAD. AND THIS IS HOW YOU REPAY ME!?! BY BEING A FUCKING CUNT!!! IF YOU MISBEHAVE ONE MORE FUCKING TIME, I SWEAR TO FUCKING GOD, IM GOING TO RIP OFF EACH OF YOUR LEGS, ONE BY ONE, AND ILL MAKE SURE YOU FEEL EVERYTHING!!! AM I CLEAR!!!
Mabel, while crying, shook her head yes.
Me, now calmer: Now, I want you to eat your sorry poopies. You will get nothing, until the poopies are gone.
Mabel: Mabew nu num poopies
Me: Do it, or I’m scratching the FUCK out of you.
Mabel: Pwease nu.
Me: Then eat the poopies
Mabel proceeds to eat her shit.
Mabel: Nu smeww pwetty.
As I started to walk out of the safe room, I could hear Mabel saying, “huuhuu”. Fucking feral bitch. Why did I think it was a good idea to bring home a feral. After Mabel cleans up her own shit, she’s going back into the sorry box. I had enough of her shit, figurative and literally.
To be continued in Part 5
