oh, sure. it's funny when phoebe sings about it on friends. and sure, it's funny when it's someone else who is complaining about it.
i am SO TIRED of these damn cats stinking up the flat. it's not a big flat; their stench permeates every inch of it.
perhaps if they were mine, it would be different. but they aren't. they come with the flat, and belong to K. so not only do i have to deal with shedding cat hair on every inch of every surface, and their yowling night and day because they think they are starving to death if they don't have treats in their bowls, and their claws tearing everything to shreds, and them pestering me to death for attention all. the. time, and them being constantly underfoot no matter where i go, and having to feed and clean their litterbox when K is gone...
as if all that weren't enough, they stink. big time. perhaps it's cheap litter. perhaps it's overeating. perhaps it's my sensitve nose. but i don't care. there are times when i have to cover my nose with my shirt because they reek so damn bad.
and THEN they come in the lounge, drag-assing their way around the loveseat or the rug. don't bring your stench in here. and stop scratching your ass where i relax!
i hate indoor pets right about now.
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