The Devil Wears Fur - Only At Allison's

by Allison

I’m back to the blog after a few busy weeks and apologize for going MIA. To make up for the lack of juicy stories, I have one for you today that I hope will teach you readers a lesson – I have certainly learned a very important one this week.

It’s wedding season, and just as it has for the last three years, the summer routine has come back with a bang. Work through the week, wedding on the weekend. Rinse and repeat. The festivities began Memorial Day weekend when my friend Aimee became Mrs. Tommy Koch (that’s pronounced “Cook,” despite what most people like to call them). Aimee and Tommy left for their honeymoon in St. Lucia on Sunday after dropping Aimee’s baby – a beautiful cat named Riley – at my apartment on Saturday afternoon. Riley would join Buddy and Oscar, my roommate’s fabulously fat cat and crazy cute puppy for the week while his parents were away. Fun for all, right? Not in this life.

Riley had no interest in his fellow feline Buddy, and despite the fact that he is almost three times the size of little Oscar, he felt the need to hide under MY bed for two days as if the dog would eat him. Now I love animals. While I don’t have pets of my own, I consider myself lucky to have a roommate who does all the work while I get to play with hers, and I adore my big dogs back home. I do NOT adore this cat. Because he’s antisocial and seems to only be happy in my room, I offered to put his litterbox in my bathroom. That was BIG for me. I’m doing my BEST to be a good co-sitter. Three soiled bath mats, a series of scratches and a clawed desk chair later, I am JUST about to lose it.

I woke up on Tuesday (the second day in a row) to the sound of something disgusting happening on my bathroom floor and stood watching in horror unable to stop it. Before I could calm my gag reflex and find something – ANYTHING – to clean up the mess, Riley stepped in it. Awesome. There is only one thing worse than the smell of…well, you know…and that is smelling it all day long because it’s stuck up your nose. I am not cut out for this.

It’s Friday and it’s almost time for the newlyweds to return. If I can make it through the weekend without “accidently” letting this devil cat outside and locking the door forever, we might just have a miracle on our hands. Lesson of the week – Nice people make themselves crazy. Stop us before we volunteer next time!

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