Utter Shit

Yesterday, the cats were locked in a bedroom with food, water, pottybox and a couch full of sun.  Should be heaven for a cat, right?  The cleaning ladies were coming, so I lock them up.

Only the cleaning ladies were late, and when I thought I would be letting them out, I was instead throwing more food at them and closing the door again.

I got home at 9 last night.  The cats had been in the room (fed, watered, etc) for 13 hours.  They were not happy.

I went to bed in a clean home.  The damn cat comes in and knocks an entire glass of water on the floor.  I figure it was an oops and grudgingly clean it up and throw the cat out of the room.

A while later, the cat is howling outside and I am over it, so I let him back in.  He proceeds to go into the bathroom and knock the same motherfucking glass on the floor.  So -

1) He DID IT ON PURPOSE.  That little jerk

2) He is SO LUCKY it landed on a towel on the floor, because if he had broken it I would have skinned him and made a stole.

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I have matured.  I no longer stalk online.  I feel so grown up.  But I really think I am just too damn busy to deal anymore!

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While I love my job, this year is depressing.  There are no happy listings these days.  I am getting a short sale listing and a probate listing (someone died without a will – GET A WILL!!!) and have another short sale listing….I know I am helping but it is so hard to see so many people in this place.  It is hard to be cheerful about what I do (7 freaking days a week).