shit shit shit

[threeplusfire]

The cat hates his special fish flavored medicine, and I can't get him to take it at all. I can't even hold him and force it in his mouth because that requires more hands than I have. I had to wait hours for the pharmacy to fill the order to fill this $50 damn fish flavored goo and now I can't even get it in the cat. I can't get the smell of shit out of the house. Aside from that, I feel horribly guilty about his illness. As if it means I am a terrible pet owner and I shouldn't have an animal. I had a panic attack in the grocery store so the only things we have to eat are hot dogs and root beer. I spent an hour scrubbing the laundry room by hand because I don't have a mop and there was cat diarrhea everywhere. I cleaned out the food and water bowls, and threw out the litterbox just in case. Then when I take a 15 minute shower to wash off the bleach, shit and grime, the cat shits in the middle of the living room rug. Fed Ex didn't bother to deliver my phone today, so I can't even call my mother to ask her to come help me. I am so fucking done with this day.