I can’t fucking wait to move out of here. Although I love the area and the house, I can’t fucking stand my roommate. First she refused to pay bills and now she’s locking my cat in my room while I’m out teaching because it goes in her room. Oh yeah? What’s he do while he’s in there? Use your hairspray? Other hypotheses welcome.
and I will not allow them near my person.
I will point them out to my cat 98% of the time. Your fate lies in Scott’s hands, Spidey.
I like when he’s like this. AKA not destroying my room, knocking my water over or playing in the litter box.