I am sure that sometimes I can be pretty anoying with constantly acting like I know everything. It has to piss off my roommate, Steven, that I point out "how things work." I am sure that he is close to the point that my telling him "I told you so" will lead to my death.

This is the way that I remember the whole "cat story."

Steven wanted to get a cat. Cassidy, my dog, was already living with us, and Steven just wanted a cat. He is, afterall, a cat person. So, he started pitching the idea to me. I told him that it would be fine, but he had to make sure that he took care of the cat and all of it's needs. I even went so far as to play the asshole card and say "if I ever come home and can smell the cat's litter box from my room, I will empty it in your bed." I also said that the before he brought home the cat, that Cassidy and the cat would have to meet, oh and that he would have to have it fixed before it went into heat and went insane.
Well, Cassidy didn't meet the cat until the day that she moved in. I wanted Cassidy and Durka to meet so that we could make sure that they would get along, they didn't. It didn't take too long before they got used to each other, and now they do cute things like nap together and clean each other. I think that this all changed when Cassidy go Pregnant and had pups. See, I don't know everything, and sometimes I don't even listen to my own advice. With the pups in the house, the two females bonded and became fast friends. Well, when I finally called to make an appointment for Cassidy to get fixed, I was told that they couldn't even make an appointment for 2 months. So, they put my name on a list and called me in early April to make an appointment. When I was fighting to make the appointment, I told Steven that he should go ahead and make an appointment for Durka as well, so that she wouldn't go insane in heat.
Well, my appointment is for tomorrow, and Durka is in heat, and insane. This damn cat has been a pain in my ass since she moved in. Her temporary cuteness just masks her evil. I might post in the future about everything that she has done to piss me off, but right now, I will leave it at her howling. I got almost NO sleep last night, as I was kept awake by it. MRROOWWW MMMRRRAHHHHOOWW . . .
So, the cat is in heat, it is keeping me from sleeping and, the worst part is that it is exactly how I told Steven it would be. So, now he said that he is going to make an appointment fo her to get fixed, a term that seems oddly appropriate when it comes to that damn cat. He said that as he got home from the 24hr diner where he was writing all night. He said it as the sun was coming up. Now, he will be going to sleep, and the cat will be quiet until dusk. It just isn't fair. But then, I knew this would happen, and I am a pretty anoying whiner.

Ciao

Scott