I am not sure what I am pissed about now. Upon some reflection, I think he must have thought I would be supportive of the idea, since I love cats. But I have always felt that our house was not suitable for cats. I think I am mad because he simply went ahead with the decision to take in the kitten without consulting Mum and I. Well, he did consult me - through email, and I replied just a while ago. Then when he came home just now, voila!, the kitten was in the box.

This isn't the first time he has done something without consideration for the other beings who live in this same house. I am sick and tired of it.

He doesn't have the money to support a cat. It's a 6 to 10 year commitment (probably even more) when it comes to cats! I am sure it did not cross his mind at all when he brought the kitten home. By the way, its an ordinary stray kitten. The grey-with-black-stripes type that you can find everywhere. Though this kitten has got quite a remarkable background which I decline to explain any further in here.

I was so mad with him just now. Then when I walked past the dining area, I saw his shirt draped over the chair carelessly and that really made me even more angry. I went up, picked up the stinking sweaty shirt with my thumb and forefinger, and I swiftly dropped it onto the floor. I dont' give a shit.

Our living room furniture is already stained with hints of his odour (after he spent many nights "camping" out on the couch instead of sleeping in his room) and mind you, we've washed those cushion covers regularly. It's just that he will always wrap himself around the whole couch, whether or not he has bathed, and fall asleep on it. Urgh!!

Mum saw me dropping the shirt onto the floor. I just did it and I walked back into my room and closed the door. I felt guilty for doing it because I know that it must have upset her a little, but I really could not be bothered to pick up the shirt for that fellow. I hardly show my unhappiness at home in such hostile ways and tonight is one of those very rare times that she got to witness how hostile I can be. For that, I feel guilty.

But I'm still mad at him! For not considering mum and I and for simply insisting on his ways. For that, I can't bring myself to be friendly and cuddly to the kitten. It's not the kitten's fault, I know, but I also know that the minute I show affection to it, the minute he would think that he will be able to keep the cat. And the minute I show attention to the kitten, the minute I will fall in love with it and I will also find it hard to let go.

I must stay away. I will have to close my room door before I go out tomorrow. I have to protect my hamsters from being terrorized by the kitten.