Buddy, formerly known as Baby.
I came home from the vet and stripped out of my shorts. I threw them on the floor. Baby was closed in the bathroom. I had to go out and went to pick up my shorts and they were wet with pee.
I called Paula and told her that I have made MANY phone calls to try and find a temporary place for him. No one will take him without proof that he was tested for Feline Aids and Leukemia and was UTD on his shots. She has no paprwork at all on him and I don't have that kind of money. I asked her if she had $50 so I could at least have him tested and she said "Yeah right". That pissed me off!! She told me she lost her job assignment. I told her that the minute she moves into her apartment, I was bringing the cat back to her and it was her responsibility.
I am done. I feel like I've been taken for granted. So Buddy will be living in my bathroom until she gets her place.
I'm going to take a nap.
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