SO.

Apparently I lost my cat when I went to sleep. Yeah.

Here's the deal. If you tell someone "Don't give my kid soda, they aren't allowed soda", and then they turn around and give your kid soda, you'd be mad, right? Well, it's the same way with my cats. I tell my grandparents to shut the fucking cellar door, because I don't let her down there and they're like "Oh, there's nothing down there that will hurt her", and I'm like "I dont give a fuck, she is MY cat, and MY cat doesn't go into the cellar.

Well, they had this fucking asshole over(My grandmother's son, go fucking figure), and he's going around leaving doors open. Now I'm not even sure if she's in the cellar, in the house, or even outside, because he left all sorts of doors and windows open and unattended.

With any luck, I still have a cat when I come home tonight, but I shouldn't have to worry that when I go to sleep, someone might come over and let her out. BI

Hate this fucking place.

EDIT: Found cat, still pissed though. >:( I can only say thank god for vacuums. Or whoever invented vacuums.