[Stabbsworth]

hey, bro, why don't you take some fucking responsibility for your damn cat. i don't want her in my room and fucking my shit up.

AKA: i have to deal with two cats on my bed, getting a mild nick on my hand because semi doesn't like being moved and having to close the lid to my old stereo because, again, semifuckinglina is a chaotic little wanker.

all because my darling older brother doesn't want his bedroom door open because it gives him paranoia.

how do you think i fucking feel when i have to deal with your fucking cat being on my bed and potentially hacking up puke everywhere, huh? i also have to deal with seeing a wall decoration directly opposite my room and thinking it's someone peeking in.

i also have to deal with smokey, but he's more fucking co-operative than your old crone of a cat.

if i have to take responsibility for shit that whiskey does (aka: bringing a live shrew in. which, mind you, could EASILY BE AVOIDED BY KEEPING HIM INSIDE, MOTHER.), then he can pay in cash for any damages caused by his fucking cat.