Krazy Kat Kaper
So, ever since I got a cat for Christmas my grandmother's been having constant fits about it, what with her ridiculous theories about how animals aren't meant to breathe the same air as humans and have deadly diseases and all that nonsense. At first, my mother and I tried to keep the kitten's existence secret from her, which worked fine for a full three days before she figured out that we had a cat around and proceeded to freak out over it. Since then, we've been trying to make sure the cat and my grandmother are never in the same room at once, but not a full day has passed where she hasn't repeatedly yelled about how we need to get rid of such a horrible creature or made threats to throw it off the balcony. And God forbid my grandmother ever actually run across Keira, she'll start chasing the poor little thing around with her cane screaming about how abominations like that don't deserve to live.
Thankfully, my mother and I have managed to keep our new kitten safe, but it's been even harder to live with my grandmother than usual lately. A lot of times she'll start insulting us for being "stupid enough to keep a cat around", and she refuses to touch anything either of us touches because in her mind we're contaminated with cat diseases. Now, earlier today I was relaxing on the couch, when my grandmother come in and starts telling me to get off her furniture because she doesn't want it covered in cat filth. I tried to ignore her at first, but she kept going on and on about how cats are terrible and poisonous, so I decided to get away from her for a while and left the apartment. Unfortunately, she followed me out, and since neither of us had keys and my mother was away, we both wound up getting locked out in the hallway.
There I was, stuck outside my door with my grandmother yelling about how me and the cat were responsible for her plight, and I couldn't even go out anymore since it wouldn't be safe to leave my grandmother wandering around the building by herself. After realizing that my mother probably wouldn't be back for a while, my grandmother somehow got the idea in her head that one of our neighbors must have the key to our door, so she went and bothered the man who lived across the hall from us. He offered to let us stay in his apartment until my mother got back, but my grandmother wouldn't hear of it and kept demanding he let us back in our home, even after he demonstrated several dozen times that his key didn't work on our door. Eventually my grandmother figured that someone else must have the right key, so she went to get a woman who lived further down our hall. Luckily, it turned out this woman had the number and address for the superintendent of our apartment complex, so we were able to get a Master Key from him to finally get back in. And the best part of all this? Not a minute after we had gotten back inside, my grandmother picked up right where she left off, ranting about how she didn't want the cat contaminating her precious couch.
Thankfully, my mother and I have managed to keep our new kitten safe, but it's been even harder to live with my grandmother than usual lately. A lot of times she'll start insulting us for being "stupid enough to keep a cat around", and she refuses to touch anything either of us touches because in her mind we're contaminated with cat diseases. Now, earlier today I was relaxing on the couch, when my grandmother come in and starts telling me to get off her furniture because she doesn't want it covered in cat filth. I tried to ignore her at first, but she kept going on and on about how cats are terrible and poisonous, so I decided to get away from her for a while and left the apartment. Unfortunately, she followed me out, and since neither of us had keys and my mother was away, we both wound up getting locked out in the hallway.
There I was, stuck outside my door with my grandmother yelling about how me and the cat were responsible for her plight, and I couldn't even go out anymore since it wouldn't be safe to leave my grandmother wandering around the building by herself. After realizing that my mother probably wouldn't be back for a while, my grandmother somehow got the idea in her head that one of our neighbors must have the key to our door, so she went and bothered the man who lived across the hall from us. He offered to let us stay in his apartment until my mother got back, but my grandmother wouldn't hear of it and kept demanding he let us back in our home, even after he demonstrated several dozen times that his key didn't work on our door. Eventually my grandmother figured that someone else must have the right key, so she went to get a woman who lived further down our hall. Luckily, it turned out this woman had the number and address for the superintendent of our apartment complex, so we were able to get a Master Key from him to finally get back in. And the best part of all this? Not a minute after we had gotten back inside, my grandmother picked up right where she left off, ranting about how she didn't want the cat contaminating her precious couch.