I had to pick up a prescription yesterday. I should have just walked out of the Meijer and decided to have a great rest of the day.
But I was bored.
Took a lap around the store. Looked at the Halloween section, couldn't find much.
I should explain that around a year or so ago, we had to put down the roommate's cat. A week later, a woman I worked with was trying to get rid of a cat.
So now I have a cat. He doesn't pay much attention to the roommate, but will not leave me alone. Morning, noon, or night, this furry little bastard is always trying to get me to play. I usually do, but it's annoying as fuck to wake up because a cat is punching you in the mouth and licking your eyelids at 315am.
I went to the pet section to see if there was anything worthwhile, but didn't really know what to get, so I moved on.
I then had the brilliant idea of buying flowers for the roommate. Sunflowers. Good times.
Then I got home and remembered "Oh shit. There's a cat".
Yep. Lou was very interested in the flowers. So much so that I had to lock them in the bathroom, which he kept flinging himself against the door to get in.
Roommate gets home, loves the flowers. Now we have to figure out where the hell to put them.
I should mention that we have a room named "the green room" because that's it's only distinguishing characteristic. Also, it looks like a hoarder's paradise. Boxes everywhere. We keep the door shut, because Lou loves to get in there and wreak havoc. Also, it's where I'm keeping some trees under a grow light for the winter.
So we decide to the put the flowers in with the trees. Roommate goes in, keeps the cat from getting in there, and comes back out sans flowers and vase.
For some reason, unknown to everyone involved, Roommate opens the door to the green room. Lou rushes in and hides. Roommate tries to coax the cat out to no avail.
I go in, and Lou refuses to listen to anything about leaving the room. So I have to navigate the green room boxes like some friendly neighborhood Godzilla, trying not to destroy cardboard-box Tokyo.
Finally, I chase him out.
Slightly annoyed, I say "Can we please do something about the green room?"
Roommate, having some kind of war-time switched flipped in her head "Ok, let's do it right now"
Me: "It's 830 and I don't want to spend all night on this"
R: "This happens EVERY TIME. You say we need to clean it, then I say let's do it now, and you say no"
Me: "You always want to do this at night. Besides, when did we talk about this last?"
R: "I think a month or two ago"
M: "It was a week and a half ago and I asked if we could clean it over the weekend, and then you slept all weekend"
Suddenly, it's Niagara Falls time. She just starts bawling.
M: "Wait. Why are you crying?"
R: "Because I don't know how to act like a real human being"
M: "Dude. It's just the green room. But next time, you're chasing the cat out"
Roommate's medication was adjusted.
