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|rissa (profile) wrote, |
on 9-6-2010 at 3:04pm
|Current mood: kitties. everywhere.
|ugh I've been cat-sitting for my sisters five cats in her apartment downstairs from my house. This is only the third day and I really can't take it anymore. One of her cats, Babygirl, is handicapped. She was shot at by our fuckbag of a neighbor so one of her legs is fake and can't be bent. Her other cats are Nigga, Sampson, Charlie, and Musha. Musha is the baby who needs a lot of love like Babygirl, so Musha and Babygirl are supposed to be kept out in this room, while there's a gate up in the kitchen so that Nigga and Sampson can't reach them while I'm not around.
I CAN'T DEAL WITH THIS DAMN GATE.
Matt and I tried sleeping in her room both nights that she's been gone. The first night he was passed out drunk so he doesn't remember me getting up every five seconds because of Nigga getting through the gate or because I hear Babygirl crying and I walk outside and Nigga's hissing at her.. ALL. NIGHT. LONG. And me being the worrisome loveable kitty person that I am.. I just feel so terrible. I know I can't just leave them all together for Babygirl's sake but then I felt terrible locking them up in the kitchen, plus they'd just break the gate within 15 minutes anyway.
This is just.. stressful. I was up until 5 in the morning until I finally got them all where they're supposed to be, put the gates up, and went upstairs to my own bedroom finally. Of course I came down this morning and Nigga got through the gate yet again. *sigh* Only one more week of this.
My grandma's going away tomorrow too, so not only do I have to pick her up by 6:30 in the morning, but I have to watch HER cat, too.
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