f-ing cats.

so i'm house-sitting for my grad school advisor this week ... and she has this awesome house in san carlos, that has the most amazing view ever. the caveat to my free paradise, however, is a price that may be too high for me to pay, because my dear advisor has two siamese cats that she loves like her own non-existent children.

i loathe and abhor these cats. i think she thinks i really like them, which is why she asked me to housesit. but i am AFRAID of them, for starters, and am afraid that i cannot catch and contain them in their room when i have to leave for school in the morning, and that one of them is going to suddenly get sick and DIE on me.

the boy cat is okay. he's kind of plaintitive and whines a lot, but he doesn't mind if i pick him up and he's pretty compliant when i ask him to go back to his room. the girl cat, on the other hand, true to the nature of girls, hisses at me when i try to play with her and scratched the hell out of me this morning when i tried to nab her and put her back in her room this morning. i mean, i just opened the door to feed them and they BOLTED out of there.

i told heeday that my visions of having puppies are quickly dying. i can't stand cats, and i'm sure dogs are messier. i hate having to clean up after them. i hate that everything smells like cats and that there is hair everywhere. i can't stand it.

this week is quickly becoming unrestful.