Hate my roommate cats

I can't fucking stand my roommates cats! They are demanding, spoiled, pushy and constantly wanting, in, then out, then back in, then back out.

When you the door to let them out, they stand there, and then dart and hide under the sofa, and refuse to go out, until you just sit back down, and they are back at the door scratching again! Then, the cycle starts over, until I physically grab them and chuck them out the door out of frustration. They will play this stupid fucking exhausting game ALL day and ALL night. I don't know what they want, if they don't REALLY want out, why do they do that? My roommate thinks it's hilarious, cute, and funny, and will get up each time, until they eventually go back out! I mean, not just outside, in and out of rooms too. They throw fucking tantrums if ANY doors is closed, and now every single door in the house is scratched down to shreds.

She has FOUR of them little fucks, and they are totally pampered on expensive treats, and TWO of them REFUSE to eat anything BUT those treats, to the point that I can't get it through her thick skull how both unhealthy AND expensive that is. The two that refuse regular cat food, are thin, because she can't leave a giant bowl of treats out, because the other cats will munch it all down. But no matter how hungry those treat-addicted two are, they will NOT....WILL NOT...eat regular cat food, or any type. It is a constant demand, all day long of treats ,and they will paw at your face, knock shit off the table, scratch at the doors more, jump right up on you, run under your feet, and now have taken up biting and viciously scratching until you give them all four the constant treats they want. One has learned how to turn on/off an alarm my roommate has in her room, so at 2am sometimes, it will start BLARING through the house, OR, the will turn it off entirely , and she has been made VERY late for work several time over that. They also will knock forks, and spoons out of your hand, push glasses and cups away from your face when you're eating, if you don't give them at least HALF of your eating, and there are FOUR of them demanding HALF, and you can't lock yourself in a room and eat, because they lose their shit at a closed door.

Again my roommate, thinks this utterly adorable.

They have knocked entire bowls of food off the table, and what really pisses me off is that, my roommate who is diabetic, has to eat at certain and certain amounts, or has had seriously bouts of "insulin shock" at night , meaning she needs to quickly eat and drink to bring her sugar up at night, and when she does that, she has to give the cats treats first, and a portion of what she's eating, or else, they refuse to even let her start to eat! She has no issue with that, even when she has been sitting there shaking and hardly able to put a sentence together!

She has ruined them emotionally, never set any boundaries or limits, and always gone waaaaay over the top with them. It isn't even like she takes good care of them, because the treat habit stuff cannot be good for them!

I have been losing my patience more and more each day. I am thoroughly over it. I've lived here for two years now, and I can't deal. I have the flu right now, been out of work for a week, and just want to sit alone, in MY room, in dim lighting, eat what I can manage to keep down without barfing, and sleep, but there's her fucking cats! Scratching at my door furiously, and meowing this shrilling banshee like cry. I do NOT want HER cats in MY room, and she knows how sick I am (it was so bad I had to get to the hospital to get an IV from dehydration) and she knows overall, I do not want them in my room. I am not okay with my bedding covered in a thick gross layer of cat hair, and dander, and being covered from head to toe in fur whenever I sit down and then get back up. I can't stand the smell of cats anymore and I don't want my entire room destroyed. She acts like that is the most cruel, inhumane, and psychopathic thing she ever heard of. She went on and on about how "Cats have healing powers" and her usual woodsy, mother-goddess, forest witch, ridiculous, over played, tired old, Gen X, The Craft Movie, leftover from the 90's, Wicca crap, she can't let go of (she's 45) and still insists to live her life by. Her cats are her "familiars" and part of goofy spirit guide bullock.

I told I am so sick, I can hardly breath and cats are NOT the best thing to have around, and I do NOT want them around me anyway. They get total 100% control of the rest of the house, they can stay the FUCK out of my space that I pay for!

One of them took to CRAPPING in my room as well, and I have a small dog, and one of her cats pissed all her bed! Not to to mention the amount of cat barf, is just....flabbergasting! My roommate doesn't clean up after her cats either! She is SO fucking indignant about it, and pretends like something unreasonable and nonsensical is being asked of her when I explain that she NEEDS to keep up with the litter box, and that doesn't just mean just half-asses scooping out a few chunks of dried cat turds now and then!. It means CLEANING it totally out! The house smells like ammonia so strongly that you can smell it walking UP to the house the second you pass the garage door. She has a litter box for EACH cat, and thinks shoveling out a few bits and clumps once a month , but never changing the litter, will suffice! She just pours MORE litter on top of the old litter, and MAYBE will sweep up the floor. She put down tarp a few months ago, and that worked....okay to collect random flings of litter from going into every corner, but now she won't actually pull that out and clean it!

I have given information about a professional litter box service that will come do it for a nominal amount, I have encouraged her to get disposable boxes, or those self-cleaning ones...nope, nope, and nope! Wide open, litter boxes, right there at the front fucking entrance of the house, with her reason being "Then when I scoop, I can just reach out into the garage and drop the poop bags in the trash can!"

So, I don't bring friends or dates over anymore, because.....seriously?


She will walk through the cat litter, barefoot as well. Doesn't phase her. I haven't taken shoes off in the house in MONTHS because you never know what you're stepping in any longer!

The cats are not healthy for her, me, the home, or even themselves at this point. They have overtaken everything, and now it's a fucking train wreck.

The problem is that, the house is her parents! They own it, let her live FOR FREE I MIGHT ADD, because the home is paid off, and then just charge rent for the other rooms. I am the only renter right now. We had another roommate, who acted just like her, so she never cared. They were both "In a coven" together, whatever. I found this place on Craigslist. I mean, it's a good deal for what I thought I was getting, allowing my dog included, but I can't handle living there any longer, and there isn't a landlord or property management company I can file a complaint with to force her to change things or leave.

After I get over this damn flu, and feel like a person again. I am putting in a notice and leaving. Her parents made me sign a lease that's not up for three more months, and I don't know why I thought resinging last year was a good idea but it hadn't gotten this bad then! I am willing to pay extra to break it though, GTFO of here! I don't know where I am going to go, or what I will find at this good of a price, but it isn't worth it under these conditions any longer!

I don't want any contact with her at all after this, and don't even care if I have time to pack up all my shit. I will just throw shit out since half of it is demolished and cannot be salvaged because of her cats! Last time I tried to leave, she gave me some obtuse guilt trip about how what I pay, covers utilities for her, and that her cats act that way towards me because they are trying to "form a bond" with me and "sense that you're a high vibing being" or some such utter flaccid nonsense!

I am starting to realize that she is basically just a human version of her cats, and it's only a matter of time before she begins scratching up the doors and shitting on my book cases while trying to feed a line about "ebbing and flowing with the universe."

I need to get over this flu so I can get the energy to leave.

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SickofCats Home March 09, 2023 at 10:51 pm 0 0