OMG I am soo angry right now
I know I've made little whiny mentions that I want to move out of my parents house, but I think I've finally hit the end of my rope. I am so angry right now I'm crying.
God.
So I just had a fight with my family.
As I've mentioned before, I have a cat. I almost didn't move back home because of the cat, but in the end, my parents said to bring her. And, everyone fell in love with Tigger. My dad and sister adore her, and my mom, who hates cats, has been caught snuggling her. Despite all this, I'm the one who has to do all the work to take care of her. If she throws up or something (she's getting old, so it happens), they'll leave if for me to clean up, even if I'm not there when it happens and everyone else in the house is. My mom, who I think is delusional, is always harassing me to clean her littler box, because she thinks it stinks, even if I just cleaned it the other day. About the only thing I don't do is feed her, but that's just because other people seem to do it before me. I used to it all the time, but, well, Tigger loves food, and it's the fastest way to her heart.
The thing is, she's kind of loud. Especially in the morning. The thing is, normally you just leave her to it, or snag her into bed and snuggle her, and she's quiet in no time, but the rest of my family isn't patient. They got into the habit of feeding her whenever she meows in the morning, and now, it's one of the only ways to shut her up. I am not a morning person, so days I get up and let her out of my room while still asleep, other times I sleep right through it. Often it's my little sister who gets annoyed enough to go do something. But she bitches about it endlessly. God, I hate her whining more than Trigger's. She'll come into my room and sit on my bed and snuggle with my cat, which can be quite distracting, and then complain to me about how annoying she is.
Well apparently she's taken it up one level, and now my parents are blaming me for it. There is nothing I can do in the morning to stop Tigger, not really. But they're saying if I don't get her to stop they're going to have her put down.
Over my dead body.
So yes, I think it's time I moved.
God.
So I just had a fight with my family.
As I've mentioned before, I have a cat. I almost didn't move back home because of the cat, but in the end, my parents said to bring her. And, everyone fell in love with Tigger. My dad and sister adore her, and my mom, who hates cats, has been caught snuggling her. Despite all this, I'm the one who has to do all the work to take care of her. If she throws up or something (she's getting old, so it happens), they'll leave if for me to clean up, even if I'm not there when it happens and everyone else in the house is. My mom, who I think is delusional, is always harassing me to clean her littler box, because she thinks it stinks, even if I just cleaned it the other day. About the only thing I don't do is feed her, but that's just because other people seem to do it before me. I used to it all the time, but, well, Tigger loves food, and it's the fastest way to her heart.
The thing is, she's kind of loud. Especially in the morning. The thing is, normally you just leave her to it, or snag her into bed and snuggle her, and she's quiet in no time, but the rest of my family isn't patient. They got into the habit of feeding her whenever she meows in the morning, and now, it's one of the only ways to shut her up. I am not a morning person, so days I get up and let her out of my room while still asleep, other times I sleep right through it. Often it's my little sister who gets annoyed enough to go do something. But she bitches about it endlessly. God, I hate her whining more than Trigger's. She'll come into my room and sit on my bed and snuggle with my cat, which can be quite distracting, and then complain to me about how annoying she is.
Well apparently she's taken it up one level, and now my parents are blaming me for it. There is nothing I can do in the morning to stop Tigger, not really. But they're saying if I don't get her to stop they're going to have her put down.
Over my dead body.
So yes, I think it's time I moved.