It's so over.

What is over? My reign of terror. Over the cats. I like to think that I was the Tony Danza of the situation (aka: THE BOSS) but that's debateable.

For a whole 10 days I kept 2 cats alive, but it wasn't easy, folks. There were some rough moments. Like when Neko ran out the door and didn't come back for ages.

I was so goddamn angry.

And then there was the time(S! PLURAL! JERKS!) when they were both meowing their faces off for hours on end while I was going completely crazy and talking back to them in my angry voice saying things like "I DON'T CARE IF YOU ARE UPSET. IT IS NOT ALL ABOUT YOU."

And then there was the time when Neko was trying to sneak out the door by way of jumping off of a bookcase and I thought she was going to jump on my face, for reals.

I will not miss this alone time with these lovely (evil) cats (monsters).

WELCOME HOME, PERSON OFFICIALLY RESPONSIBLE FOR THE CARE AND UPKEEP OF THE CATS THAT ARE NOT MINE! (aka Lydia).

Now you can clean the litterbox. EW.