#gurrrr

So Mitch just got home and the cat box hasn't been changed since he just did it because it's his Fucking cat.

Anyway, we walked into the room and I didn't even say anything about the box because it always pisses him off. The first thing he said is "don't worry I'll get the box... I don't know why it always has to get this bad before it's changed....especially when I'm not home".

Okay he was not home for two Fucking nights!  He could have changed it before he went away to prevent it from being bad. He knows that's his job. It his cat and she's destroying all of my things (my wood the surround my Windows and my computer has been knocked off things due to her).

I said something about how it's his job, why world I do it...and he was like "exactly". You know what. When he first moved in I was the one cleaning that box....every other day!  He cleans it once, maybe twice,  a week.  I was getting tired of changing it all the time. So I told him it's his job. I told him I won't do it anymore.....and more he's complaining.

I asked him to explain what the problem with me leaving his job for him was and he said I wouldn't understand if he explained it. Yeah. I think I would. I cleaned that box a lot and I got tired of it. It's not my cat. And I'm the one that's always sick doing the laundry, making the bed, cleaning the room.I think he should be able to handle that one Fucking job without complaining.

Sure he goes to work and is dealing with a troubled youth of a daughter....but I'm a nursing student in college. That's tough too!  And I do more in our room to keep it in order!