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F*#$ed-Up last few weeks.
14 years ago
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So the last few weeks I have bee so miserable. I decided to go ahead and shampoo the carpet where it was easiest for me to get to. Meant I didn't have to try to move anything heavy. I even took the shampooer to the bathroom to fill it up and decided while there to clean out what was stuck in it. It honestly looked like someone tried to shampoo their front lawn. So I'm doing that, which means I'm bent over the tub, I stand up get the little "tank" for the water and the detergent we use and when I bend over to fill it my back screams out in agony and I go down.
I felt like someone stabbed me, I couldn't half breathe, every little movement sent pain up my spine. I managed to waddle back to the couch and sit there, taking some Ibuprofen and explain to Beej why the shampooer was in the bathroom and the way it was. I spent most of my time with pain patches and pills trying to get it better, I couldn't do much and then when I'd sleep or move a leg wrong it hurt so bad I would almost scream out. Beej made me ride those stupid scooters at wal mart >.<
Managed to get it to go away and then Saturday I'm awoken by knocking on our front door. I'm getting up and I say "Just a moment!" because the way the knock sounded made me think of the morning Beej forgot his keys and was running late, not the "Oh man I forgot my keys!" but the "HOLY SHIT THERE'S A RABID VELOCIRAPTOR OUT HERE!" It turned out to be the landlord. He wanted to check the washer and dryer, comes walking right in, goes to our bathroom talking about replacing the washing machine. Bastet is sitting next to my feet watching him cautiously, Nilla just happened to be in their favorite spot on top of the Hot water heater and pokes her head out of the hole by the washer to see who is in the house. "Oh...you got a buncha kittens in here?" I explain no we only have two. "I don't like for you to have too many kittens in the house." I explain WE ONLY HAVE TWO and they are both female and neither of them are around a male to get pregnant. He says he'll wait until Monday to replace the washing machine because he hurt his back and Beej can help him Monday since he's off work.
So I spend the weekend and Monday making sure the house is clean screwing my back up once again and waiting for him. He's a no show. Tuesday the same thing, we get to the dinner the church has for needy families and guess who's there!? Landlord. He says Hi and leaves. Comes over today and informs Beej that he doesn't remember us having two cats and he doesn't like us having more than one.
We have had them for 6 or 7 months, got them from the same litter and everything. He has been here multiple times since they have been here, has even talked to them and everything NOW all of a sudden this. I don't know what to do. I love these kittens as if they were really my babies because they are. I have had them since they were babies. I remember bringing them home in the car, so tiny they could almost fit in my pocket, training them and cleaning up after them, feeding them, them waking me up in the mornings for food, sleeping with me, "talking" to me, cuddling up to me and playing and everything. Now suddenly it's like I'm being told I have to get rid of my child. I have done nothing but cry today. We've never seen a lease, but every time he tells us we have to do something he adds "It's in your lease". He claims the no dogs rule is because the previous tenants dogs got in the trash and stuff when we've dealt with neighbors' dogs doing that. He said cats, CATS not cat but CATS are fine. And now "I don't like you having more than one."
I'm so tired of this man.
I felt like someone stabbed me, I couldn't half breathe, every little movement sent pain up my spine. I managed to waddle back to the couch and sit there, taking some Ibuprofen and explain to Beej why the shampooer was in the bathroom and the way it was. I spent most of my time with pain patches and pills trying to get it better, I couldn't do much and then when I'd sleep or move a leg wrong it hurt so bad I would almost scream out. Beej made me ride those stupid scooters at wal mart >.<
Managed to get it to go away and then Saturday I'm awoken by knocking on our front door. I'm getting up and I say "Just a moment!" because the way the knock sounded made me think of the morning Beej forgot his keys and was running late, not the "Oh man I forgot my keys!" but the "HOLY SHIT THERE'S A RABID VELOCIRAPTOR OUT HERE!" It turned out to be the landlord. He wanted to check the washer and dryer, comes walking right in, goes to our bathroom talking about replacing the washing machine. Bastet is sitting next to my feet watching him cautiously, Nilla just happened to be in their favorite spot on top of the Hot water heater and pokes her head out of the hole by the washer to see who is in the house. "Oh...you got a buncha kittens in here?" I explain no we only have two. "I don't like for you to have too many kittens in the house." I explain WE ONLY HAVE TWO and they are both female and neither of them are around a male to get pregnant. He says he'll wait until Monday to replace the washing machine because he hurt his back and Beej can help him Monday since he's off work.
So I spend the weekend and Monday making sure the house is clean screwing my back up once again and waiting for him. He's a no show. Tuesday the same thing, we get to the dinner the church has for needy families and guess who's there!? Landlord. He says Hi and leaves. Comes over today and informs Beej that he doesn't remember us having two cats and he doesn't like us having more than one.
We have had them for 6 or 7 months, got them from the same litter and everything. He has been here multiple times since they have been here, has even talked to them and everything NOW all of a sudden this. I don't know what to do. I love these kittens as if they were really my babies because they are. I have had them since they were babies. I remember bringing them home in the car, so tiny they could almost fit in my pocket, training them and cleaning up after them, feeding them, them waking me up in the mornings for food, sleeping with me, "talking" to me, cuddling up to me and playing and everything. Now suddenly it's like I'm being told I have to get rid of my child. I have done nothing but cry today. We've never seen a lease, but every time he tells us we have to do something he adds "It's in your lease". He claims the no dogs rule is because the previous tenants dogs got in the trash and stuff when we've dealt with neighbors' dogs doing that. He said cats, CATS not cat but CATS are fine. And now "I don't like you having more than one."
I'm so tired of this man.
