You're on a real eye roll tear lately.
Is your cat's litterbox in your room or are you allowed to have it out in the community area of the house. Oh, and is that dog still there? What about the retard? That house could be a reality show based on your earlier descriptions.
BTW, I need some smite. I wanna see how Barthur has decorated that, shed. Looking to get down into the negative double digits.
God bless you.
Thank you. You, too. I moved. I never use litter boxes. I use piddle pads. There are two piddle pad stations in my room and one in my bathroom. I use disposible pads as well as re-usable, washable pads. Solids go down the toilet - I am convinced that Solid Waste can filter the bacteria, although the topic is debatable to some people. I love using piddle pads. I never have to carry heavy boxes of litter in, or out, ever. There is no dust, no tracking, no build-up and everything is pristine clean two or three times per day.
At my last place the big dog did vacate about a month before I left. Only the three little dogs remained.
There were two deranged people there, the abusive bipolar man in his 60s and the stroke-victim rager in her 50s. I got two temporary restraining orders against the bipolar man. The stroke victim was frequently hospitalized. They are probably still there. Yeah, definitely a reality show. Unbelievable. Nice deck, nice space, but horrid addictions/alcoholism. I miss the cat.
I got my elderly cat out of that crazy house where blow-outs were often daily. A new, disabled, alcoholic, female retiree couch surfer was sweet as tiramisu each day when she awoke, but by nightfall, would start to fight physically in alcoholic black-outs. I'm sure her arrest would have been imminent if I had stayed. I had been bruised the first time, and told her to keep her hands off me the second time. The third time, the police warned her.
I was fortunate to have the vindication of a very fast move, of just a few sudden hours. I sacrificed $300 in food and $900 in possessions, but no regrets except it turns out one long-handled shallow cast iron pan evidently is not easy to replace. The head of household said she would be happy (I'd imagine so) to put the stuff I left behind to good use. This week, I have had the fun of re-building my brand new emergency food supply. Even cat food. Everyone should have an emergency supply of meds, water and non-perishable food, even if it means using a local food bank to help.
This is only a 2-bedroom, so there won't be any crowds here. Cat seems happy and gets to run at liberty in the condo when I am home. And we still take leash walks. I injured my back very badly in late July while vacuuming and am still recovering. Every time I start to recover, the problem relapses. If it relapses badly again, I will go get an x-ray to see if I have a fractured rib. At the moment, though (just like twice before), I feel like I'm on the mend. I nearly went to urgent care for a couple other things, but they cleared up. Despite all this, I have gained a LOT of momentum in the gentle, slightly aerobic physical exercise department!
I know it won't be long before I can smite you, KSM, in good conscience. But, not tonite. What I want to know is, can a Cuckshedder earn their way back out into Ellsociety?