My week started off with my roommate notifying me she was leaving for Vegas In an hour and wouldn't be back for a week and that I needed to take care of her 5 cats. I gave her 20 to lose for me. She left the house a pig sty, sink full of dishes, stove covered in food and dirty pans and 3 full litter boxes. She picked up two feral cats about 2 months ago and they have just tore up everything. Now the male cat Is starting to mark his territory, What a stink. Wednesday, she texts me and said I won $100, ten minutes later she texts me and says she meant $150. She said it was the first bet she made when she arrived and it paid 36 to 1 odds. correct me if I'm wrong but, $20 dollars at 36 to 1 odds is $720 not $150. oh well.
Then On Thursday I was at work and plugged my phone into it's charger, took a box downstairs turn right around came back up and my phone was stolen. Someone actually walked to the back kitchen into the server station and stole my phone in less then 2 minutes. I called the tracking company for my phone and they said, sorry our system is down and we can't help you. What the hell have I been paying them for?
I calm down, work my shift and go home. subway took two hours longer, because some ass decided to kill himself on the tracks earlier in the day. Finally, make it home, unlock the door and step into a puddle of piss. I mop and deodorize everything , walk into the dining room and flip on the lights and my roommates favorite 20# cat is lying on the floor on it's back staring at me, waiting for me to scratch her belly, so that she can scratch the hell out of me. I notice that she is laying in a puddle of piss. I reach down to scratch her and she is dead to the world. She is still warm and soft, apparently she flopped onto the floor to spring her trap, had a heart attack and died instantly when I walked through the door. I grab the cat, toss her into the basement because, that's the coolest spot, mop the floor, go get me some Chinese food.
I can't call the roommate because, my phone is stolen and she is in Vegas. 3am , I go digging through her garage and find a shovel, dig a grave in the back yard and dump the cat in and bury it. Halfway through this procedure it proceeds to pour rain. The neighbors are having a birthday party or something and see me burying something in the backyard and call the cops. 4am the cops show up want to know what's going on. I tell them whats what and they start laughing and telling me I'm screwed . 7am head back to work to pick up my new cell phone, 8 am have chest discomfort, head to hospital across the street, have a mild heart attack. Heparin drip 4 hours. Release me 6:45 am The next day, Call roommate 10pm Monday night to tell here about the cat, she is at the airport heading back, first words out of her mouth were, why did you murder my cat! She got back at 7am tuesday morning and I haven't heard from her since.
On the plus side Tuesday afternoon was spent at Korin.