Different shit, different day

Today is the day I've been dreading -- the day Mommy decided to A) Buy a new vacuum cleaner and B) Turn on the air-conditioning. Fuck fuck fuck FUCK!!!

Our vacuum broke about three weeks ago. During which time I puked and shit religiously, wherein she had to pick everything up in paper towels and throw it away, per the usual, but she couldn't do squat about the litter that Kadi kicked out of the box. Because, by rights, I have ALWAYS shit on litter -- it might have been on the FLOOR, but it was on litter nonetheless. Sure, she used a little dustbuster-type of contraption, but like that could keep up with the likes of me. Hah!

So today, she got one of those bagless wonders. I was scared and ran onto the balcony (ah, freedom!) to get away from that monster. But when she was done vacuuming the house, she took the sweeper outside to shake out the food, hair and litter that it had picked up. Our downstairs neighbor commented to her that she must have LOVED her new vacuum, because she ran it for an hour! He teased her that she must have sucked up one of the cats. THAT NOT FUNNY!

She told him that our furry asses shed so goddamned much that the whole container was FULL of our hair. And it was! Mommy said it really WAS like pulling another whole fucking cat out of the bagless bag.

Then the bitch decided to close off the balcony and turn on the a/c. And while I am very happy that the stinky scent of my ass will now be circulated throughout the apartment and not be blown out the window like it has been, I am upset to have lost my in-and-out privileges. So when Mommy needed to grab something off the balcony, I shot out like a cat outta hell and wouldn't come back in.

Until, of course, the treat can was shaken.

Bitch.