You inbred, mangy, neutered, fucking bastard.
That was my backpack. With all my USMLE prep books in it. My now urine-soaked books. How could you?!
Goddamn fucking cat! I know you probably have a UTI! I’m working on it! But this is not a medical emergency and the vet is booked! I tried! STOP PEEING ON MY STUFF.
I just can’t take this. For a while, he was peeing in the tub, which I attributed to a change in cat-litter. Peeing in the tub, while annoying and gross, was marginally acceptable and easily cleaned. I switched back to his preferred cat litter, and now THIS.
First, we peed in the cat bed. Gah! But fixable - I rinsed that sucker, threw it in the washing machine and scrubbed the carpet underneath for an hour. Annoying, but we got through it.
But this! You deliberately waited until I was home to pee on my backpack! Don’t play innocent. HOW COULD YOU? I need those books for one more week! Just one!
You’re sentenced to the bathroom buster. No exceptions. You can no longer be trusted around carpet or items that can’t be rinsed off. Meow all you want - I have headphones.
Sigh - they had an opening at the vet on Monday, but I have an all-day residency interview then. The earliest I’m going to manage to get to the vet is probably next Monday. At which point, I will be afraid to let the fucker out of the bathroom, lest he go on a vengeance-induced peeing frenzy in my apartment.
Man, I had hoped to sell that book for someone else to use. Or at least, be the first one to have a shot at peeing on it. I can just see the for-sale add now:
FA USMLE Step 2. No markings, only slightly peed on. $5 or best offer.
:smack: GODDAMN CAT.