Well, in the past few days, I've managed to flip flop my life (particularly my schedule,) but in a good way. It's a little drastic, but I'm fairly confident that it will be the right decision
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let me lead this by saying that the only reason your cat isn't tied up and hanging from the ceiling is that right now the more angry I get the more dizzy I get, and I couldn't catch the fucker, I tried but right now I can barely sit up straight. He has to go, and at this point I don't care where, hell or animal control are two perfectly good options to me right now. Don't worry, I wont touch your animal as long as he stays out of kicking range, and I would never give him to the pound. However you should know at this point I really hate your fucking animal, he has taught me there is one more material possession besides my truck you don't fuck with and that is my bath tub. Besides the typical water, paper towel, spray cleaner and scubby, he found a way to involve rubber gloves, a toilet plunger and an hour of scrubbing. Details I shall be sure to give you when I see you next, unfortunately I don't think I can do justice in words to the SMELL. Simply put, if he shits in the tub again, he will be waiting for you tied up in a pillow
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