Full disclosure
I'm so out of my mind tired I don't even remember what I've already said so forgive me for repeated information.
My sister, whom I live with, is an animal collector. I don't like talking too much about the personal habits of others, as open as I am about myself, because it's just not who I am. HOWEVER, this is affecting my personal life immensely right now.
Currently we have two cats, two dogs, and two caged-type pets. To her credit she takes immaculate care of them, but at the end of the day we live in a small two bedroom apartment and there just isn't enough space for this variety of pets.
Regardless, the real issue has been this month. She's been visiting friends far out of country, and I got left taking care of them all. Friends, I am NOOOOOOT for this lifestyle. I love them, but I just don't have the same mental energy to give the animals that she does.
Just the cats? SURE
Just the dogs? SURE
Just the rabbit/chinchilla? SURE
ALL SIX!? GOD DAMN I AM GOING INSANE
This is not just six average animals, either. One of the cats is old and has throat cancer so he has a ton of special needs, and one of the dogs is extreeeeeemely needy because he has anxiety and is mega depressed that she's gone. The other dog decided she loves me so she's always up my ass anyhow.
The rabbit/chinchilla and second cat are fine. Just healthy normally behaved pets. EXCEPT I LIED the second cat has decided she's bored and has taken to knocking everything in the home over for attention, 24/7.
HERE'S how it's affecting me-
I can't sleep. The special needs cat is oppressively loud and needy. Because my bedroom is literally the only room in the whole apartment off-limits to them all, he has begun screaming and scratching at my door whenever he wants food.
HINT: he always wants food.
I can't sleep. he keeps waking me up. Every time I move, he screams. I can;t feed him every time, so when I don't, he screams louder and longer.
So guess what? I can't focus to work either. That noise and this stress. NO DICE.
I haven't gotten a single God damned piece of art done this whole month it feels like. Not like a real finished piece. You know?
And the dogs, they are lonely, so they also like sleeping right outside my door. They snore like crazy, like humans.
ALL THIS NOISE
Look, look, I knooooooooow it's not their fault, they are just animals. But these are not my pets and they are not here because of me (in fact in most cases I protested because money and space but haha WHAT DO I EVER KNOW RIGHT) and I cannot take care of them how they deserve and I cannot work or live like this I feel like I am in a prison. I have not had a single relaxing peaceful day LITERALLY ALL MONTH, OR a good night's sleep.
I am losing my mind.
I'm going to be frank, I do not know how much art is going to get done until sister comes home and takes her life back off of me.
Holy shit. We're not doing this again. No.