Living in misery – all for the love of a cat

What I will not do for my kitty..
Due to a million things, I now live – temporarily – in a smelly basement in the most boring town in Norway. I assure you, there’s stiff competition. A filthy kitchen upstairs, where cat is not welcome. The first thing I had to do was to scrub the stove. I am not hysterically antiseptic or dainty, but there seemed to be things living there. So, for the smelly basement – the smell sends me back to ireland; a mouldy, damp cat-pee infested mess of old sofas and wrecked furniture. Naked lightbulbs. Concrete floor. Mouldy carpet. Nice…
All because of a general aversion to cats, lack of information and communication.
I could kill to get out of here. I am pissed off. Too pissed off to take a photo of the dungheap.
I have been here less than three nights, and I grow more miserable by the minute.
And to top it off, the wireless connection is atrocious.

I alternately hate and love my cat – I live here for lack of options because I refuse to get rid of her. Clearly love won.

Bollocks.