problems

I have something weighing on my mind that I need to get out. There are not very many people I can talk to about this matter, yet something needs to be said. It is eating away at my soul, sinking me into a deep depression.

Ok, here goes.

Here is the layout of my bathroom: When the door is open, you can see the sink directly on the other side. To go into the bathroom, you must open the door, walk to the sink, close the door behind you, and then you have access to the toilet, toilet paper, trash can, and shower, all on the rug.

It has been very hot lately. Not just hot, but humid too. We are too poor to use the air conditioner during the day. We only use it at night because nobody sleeps otherwise. The bathroom (when not having been just used for a shower) is normally very cool. It has no windows, and gets a bit of the recycled air from the window fan in the living room.

Here's the problem. Whenever you go into the bathroom and perform the steps mentioned above, there is a cat waiting for you. He looks up, startled that you dare intrude on his solitude, and glares. As you can imagine, this can be quite disconcerting when one is not ready for it. There you are, ready to use the facilities, possibly doing the peepee dance, and there is this furry creature staring you down.

Craig kicks him out, but I make him stay in there while I do my business. He makes my life a little more unpleasant by using the litter box while we are sitting on the couch (there is about 1 foot of space between the edge of the couch and the box), so why shan't I make him a little more unhappy by forcing him to share my space? Although because he is a cat, he is more outraged by the fact that I imprison him at all; he doesn't care what I do while he's there.

So there you have it. A great weight has been lifted from my mind now that I've been able to confess this. Please don't judge me harshly because there is a cat in my bathroom.