when i remembered how mad i am at my cat

i really am. i'm sick of having him stay in my room 24/7. i'm sick of the litter box and how it smells. i'm sick of his food dish and how it smells. i'm sick of sneezing at the cat hair in my bed. i'm sick of how stuffy my room gets. i'm sick of how i can't leave my door open without him trying to get out every 5 minutes, as if i had forgotten he had tried it before. i'm sick of not being able to sleep without contorting my body to suit him. i'm sick of him banging in to things all night. i'm sick of hearing him meow and step all over things i need to keep clean. i'm sick of how afraid he is of the vacuum i have to use to clean up his messes, where he runs away so much that he often spills more things. i'm sick of hearing him try to lick his stitches even though he has an e-collar on and therefore only licks the plastic and makes the most fucking annoying sound. i'm sick of getting cat hair on all of my things. i'm sick of getting litter all over my feet.

i'm fucking tired of this cat. why can't he get his fucking stitches out, and go back outside.