We just got back from the Upper Peninsula last night. I heard my cat meowing, so I'm checking every where, and he's in our grow room! I was SO pissed. My partner's stupid daughter cannot stay out of our rooms. If we forget to lock a door she'll be in there looking for something to help herself to. My cat trashed the room, and knocked over Diesel. She obviously shut the door with him still in there. We asked her when she went in there, she said the other night, but of course she's a total liar, I don't believe a word she says ever. She cannot tell the truth, she's a habitual, compulsive liar. I'm so sick of her crap. She's 19 and acts like a 10 year old.
A few months ago I had an eviction notice (all notarized and everything) taped to her door. And my partner begged me not to kick her out. She swore to me that her daughter has changed. And so here we are again. My cat was in that room for at least 30 hours. I didn't smell any piss (yet). And Diesel is recovering, she was tipped on her side, and all of her branches were aiming toward the light, so I know it had been like that for a while. My cat likes to try and climb in there and smell the aromas. It's time for her to go, here comes eviction notice number 2. Maybe I'll wrap it up and give it to her for Christmas. She is such a pain in the ass, I can't even tell you all the things she's done to piss us off around here. I'm so mad that we have to lock everything up, or it will dissappear, or get trashed.