Payback's a bitch.

Okay, so Mommy Dearest didn't take the news so well. I'll spare you the blow-by-blow, but there was a lot of crying (from her) and flying accusations (from her)... and a lot of my sister and me repeating ourselves in a vain attempt to get Mom to understand our rationale. The best part was when Mom actually stooped to trying to turn Sister and me against one another. It was a classic and well-calculated, though ineffective, move.

So sister and I shan't be going to New York with Mom and the Algerian (we're going in mid-July to see Granny and Uncle R.). BUT the twist, a jab that was actually quite unexpected (not to mention mean-spirited and immature), is that my mother has informed me that my cat is no longer welcome in her home. So when she and the hubby get back from NY near the end of June, Louie has to vacate the premises.

This is problematic for me at best. I literally have nowhere to keep my cat! Dad's house is off-limits, not just because Dad doesn't like cats, but because the house is all "decorated" and full of "expensive" and/or "breakable" things, which would not mesh well with Louie's favorite passtime of "knocking shit off of shelves." Dumping Louie at a friend's house would be equally infeasible. Most of my friends are either allergic, already have too many cats, or live effing far away. So I'm in a bit of a jam.

Suggestions are welcome, and monetary donations are, as always, encouraged. Checks should be payable to the "Killy's Indigent Cat Foundation (KICF)."