The cat people on my friendslist might want to skip this.
I am a dog person.
My family has had dogs for as long as I can remember. I love their slobber and being licked with their big, soft tongues. I love scratching behind their floppy, curious ears and their unabashed appreciation for it; it makes me happy to see errant pawprints in the mud or on the carpet and sometimes both, but I don't mind cleaning them up at all. I love their affectionate bounding, their barks and unbridled enthusiasm, their blind loyalty.
I am not a cat person.
I hate the way they make the places they live smell (not to mention my hatred of cat litter and cat food smells in general.) I hate their unpredictability, their holier than thou divatudes, their utter aloofness and disregard, their mewling and whining and scratching and sharp little claws that rip and tear and hurt. I hate their hair that gets everywhere and doesn't come off even with industrial-strength vacuums and is fine enough to be inhaled and sticks to the back of my throat.
My new roommate has a cat.
Kitten, actually. Don't get me wrong, I do feel a bit guilty about the situation - it's a terribly cute kitten. But it smells. And has been peeing in my room. And it smells. And it's hair is everywhere, and it was rubbing up against me last night and all I could do was call Miranda in a panicked tizzy and beg to know how I could make it stop and go away. It seems it's recognized that I bear it no love and has begun being spiteful. I am, however, much larger, and have university housing policy on my side - I am not afraid to exercise either.
Did I mention it smells? (I have a very sensitive nose, and it's in fact one of the first things I notice about any new place or person and make more of a judgment based on that than anything else.) It's just cat smell right now, nothing terribly offensive, but oh my god, getitoutofmyhomeIdon'twantithere. I can't stand it and it's in my room and getting into everything and I'm already feeling the back of my throat itch and just...
Sigh.
I feel uncomfortable in my own home. My home. I love this room. I've lived here two years now, and all of a sudden this thing barges in and wants to claim it as its own. Fuck that, yo. *goes to track down RA for the fourth time today*
My family has had dogs for as long as I can remember. I love their slobber and being licked with their big, soft tongues. I love scratching behind their floppy, curious ears and their unabashed appreciation for it; it makes me happy to see errant pawprints in the mud or on the carpet and sometimes both, but I don't mind cleaning them up at all. I love their affectionate bounding, their barks and unbridled enthusiasm, their blind loyalty.
I am not a cat person.
I hate the way they make the places they live smell (not to mention my hatred of cat litter and cat food smells in general.) I hate their unpredictability, their holier than thou divatudes, their utter aloofness and disregard, their mewling and whining and scratching and sharp little claws that rip and tear and hurt. I hate their hair that gets everywhere and doesn't come off even with industrial-strength vacuums and is fine enough to be inhaled and sticks to the back of my throat.
My new roommate has a cat.
Kitten, actually. Don't get me wrong, I do feel a bit guilty about the situation - it's a terribly cute kitten. But it smells. And has been peeing in my room. And it smells. And it's hair is everywhere, and it was rubbing up against me last night and all I could do was call Miranda in a panicked tizzy and beg to know how I could make it stop and go away. It seems it's recognized that I bear it no love and has begun being spiteful. I am, however, much larger, and have university housing policy on my side - I am not afraid to exercise either.
Did I mention it smells? (I have a very sensitive nose, and it's in fact one of the first things I notice about any new place or person and make more of a judgment based on that than anything else.) It's just cat smell right now, nothing terribly offensive, but oh my god, getitoutofmyhomeIdon'twantithere. I can't stand it and it's in my room and getting into everything and I'm already feeling the back of my throat itch and just...
Sigh.
I feel uncomfortable in my own home. My home. I love this room. I've lived here two years now, and all of a sudden this thing barges in and wants to claim it as its own. Fuck that, yo. *goes to track down RA for the fourth time today*
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Not that I have never lived with a cat (i Have), or never would again (i might). It;s the fact that this is YOUR space and you should have had some say in this.
Go get 'em.
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Yeah, I didn't realize how much I disliked them either until now. It was a really visceral reaction I had last night. Good thing Miranda was there to calm me down, but I'm just not dealing well here at all. My space. Mine. I feel a bit juvenile for that, but no. I don't want things I don't want in my space, and the way I see it, I shouldn't have to, and maybe that makes me juvenile too, but it seems I've just had my own room for too long.
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The scratching though...that's all him.
I really hope you get this resolved soon. It's my own fault because I (reluctantly) agreed to her getting a cat. However, no one should be allowed to spring an animal on a roommate without an indepth discussion first. I definitely do not think you're being juvenile at all. You have every right to be upset. *hugs*
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Get rid of it!!!!
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Talk to the RA. People really shouldn't have pets that fricking pee in the dorms.
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She didn't ask me, per se - she said, I have a cat, I'm bringing it unless you're allergic. I kind of stammered and talked to my RA afterward. I just don't want conflict - she's so nice, and we do have to live together to some extent, so the less strife the better. But I had no idea I'd have such a strong reaction until I walked in last night. Definitely not a workable situation.
And seriously! She could've litter trained it over the break! Honestly, that was the last straw.
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I could defend cats for a while--cats shouldn't smell bad, not if they're healthy and well-cared-for, and ditto for peeing on things--but that's not the point. The point is, you shouldn't have to live with a cat if you don't want to, particularly if there are housing rules banning them. I'm sorry your new roomie is so irresponsible, and I hope you get things settled soon.
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I honestly didn't think I'd have this big of a problem with it, but my reaction last night was completely from the gut and very visceral - I may have been a bit loud and definitely irrational on the phone, at 12:15 no less for which I do owe Miranda an apology. I just really don't want conflict with her, but this arrangement isn't going to work.
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I know what you mean about the smell though, and I thought i'd offer a suggestion or two that might help until you can find another solution to the cat. One, cats HATE citrus scents. Its found if you clean things with those scents they won't go anywhere near it. I used to clean my kithen cabinets with it and they never got up on my cabinets. Two, Try Febreez. It works to help take the smell out of things. And if you go to any Dollar General or store like that you can get it really cheap. Safe to use on anything too. I used to spray some of it in the litter box (one or two squirts) and it helped with that smell too.
Hope it gets better!!!!
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And I did go down to our commons - the woman there left a message for my hall director to call me, but when I asked when that would happen, she said they're grad students so who knows when. Basically, if I can't get someone in administration to take care of this by tomorrow afternoon at the latest, I'm going to suck it up and do it myself.
Having a cat in the dorms is totally against university policy - I should only have had to breathe a word of this to her and it shouldn't have even happened, which is exactly what I did before leaving for break. She was just neglectful when she checked her in, if she even did that herself - I know my old roommate had to find another RA in another building to check her out. *rolls eyes*
Off topic - I knew you were going to icon that quote when I first saw it. *g* It was a cool little moment of honesty on his part, and at least a little apropos for us all.
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Talk to your roomate, but if that doesn't fix it, then definately tell your RA and get the thing out of there.
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*sigh* I have irrational people-confrontation issues and would've preferred my RA deal with the situation before I even got back, but should've known better given her track record. If I don't get hold of someone before the end of today, I'll definitely do that. I just really don't want to start things off with conflict, you know?
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I totally understand the not wanting confrontation bit too. Perhaps you could lie and say you didn't realize you were allergic until she brought the cat in. Start sneezing a lot. *g*
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I should've thought of the allergy thing when she first called, but at that point I was just out of my mind with stress of finals and the upcoming roadtripping.
And the cat hair is actually getting to me - I haven't taken a deep breath in here since I arrived. But hopefully, now that I've gone through about half the RAs and hall directors of my area, things will get settled.
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...you know what's weird? I have a friend who has 7 cats (yes 7), and not one of them bothers me and you can't even tell that one cat lives there. I'm sensitive to cat smells too-- I am allergic-- and I can spend a few hours at her house and not be affected at all. Eek, end of ramble.
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