walls are props

I just can’t let my sister into my apartment anymore. Trouble, trouble. She was doing laundry last night, and when she left there was a cat on my stairs. Instead of shooing it away like a normal person, she picked. it. up. And now it won’t go away. I had to hold onto it to keep it from jumping into her car, and then it followed me into the apartment. I think it - she, in fact - is in heat. I am mildly allergic to cats. My lease specifies no pets, especially no cats.

Other than that, it’s pretty cool. She is a beautiful all black cat, which I haven’t seen in a long time. I guess I could use her to summon creepy ancient spirits or something. Plus, she really likes people, which might just be an issue with her reproductive cycle, but whatever.

If anyone wants a cat, I really shouldn’t keep her. She definitely needs a visit to the vet. And a name. But once I give her a name, it’s going to be hard to get rid of her.

This is no good.

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