serious regret

i wish i had never said i would look after my friend's cats. it's only been a week but it feels like they've been here for months. i'm frustrated with Ginny, the cat with the heart condition. i know i shouldn't be. but she's figured out that the "treat" food i give her is laced with her meds so now she won't eat it. yesterday, i was forced to try to shove the pills down her throat by sitting on her and yanking her mouth open. i thought she'd taken it, and i gave her extra pets and cooed at her for doing so. later on, i found the pill lying on the floor. fucking cat.

i tried to do the same today and granted, today was my fault. i opened up the pill and was going to pour the contents down her throat. that got spit out too. i was so mad, i started to vacuum. they hate the vacuum.

i know i'm being too hard on them (and on me) but i hate having them here. the cat hair is driving me mental. i hate cleaning the litter. one of them puked on the carpet yesterday - hated cleaning that too. and the benefit of have two little critters to sit and watch TV with me lost its lustre many days ago.

granted, the money my friend gave me in payment for looking after them will probably buy my new computer (finally). or buy my Christmas present for the year. or pay down my credit card. or allow me to finally have a nice housewarming party (once these damn cats are gone, of course, because a crowd of new people hanging around for an extended period of time would probably give Ginny a heart attack, literally). or supplement my away-trip next year. but i will never, ever, EVER agree to take care of someone else's cats at my place again. i don't care who it's for.

only 15 more weeks to go. fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck.