One Mess Too Many

I had been living in my apartment with a great roommate for about six months when he got a new job and had to move out. I was left with three weeks to find a replacement as I couldn’t afford rent on my own.

I finally agreed to let a friend’s ex move in because from what I knew of her she was clean and wouldn’t steal my stuff. Little did I know that by letting her move in, I was also giving permission for her crazy sister to basically live on my couch whenever she pleased.

On Day 1 of her sister’s “visit,” I came home from work to find my entire bathroom flooded, all my towels hanging soaked around the walls, and everything covered in baking soda. She said the toilet overflowed so she used MY towels to clean it up, and then shook baking soda around the bathroom to absorb the water.

On Day 2, I came home and found my my cat covered in vegetable oil. I still have no idea why this hapened or what she was even trying to make, and frankly, I do not want to know.

Maybe it can’t get weirder than a cat covered in vegetable oil?

On Day 3, I woke up to discover my end table broken and the plant that was on it smashed on the ground. She left the house without cleaning it or telling anyone.

However, the next week she bought me a stuffed animal cat that she thought looked like my cat to make up for it. Then, after giving me probably the weirdest gift I’ve ever received, she took it back because she needed the money and had to return it.

I was left with a broken end table, a dead plant and a horrified cat.