Yeah, Well You're Pissing Me Off Too!

There is some upcoming drama in the air. Yikes.



I no longer have a crush on McAbs. There are several reasons this crush thing fizzled out. 1) He has a girlfriend. I know this has not stopped me before (from crushing, nothing more) but for some reason this has deterred me from him. 2) He's domineering and aggressive. Which is all good in those trashy romance books I read, but in real life, it can be annoying and dumb. 3) out of crushing on him, he is a guy of a million promises and no follow through. He has offered me rides home in the past weeks and then gone back on his words. That microwave he said he could get me, well that didn't pan out. He said he had to give it to someone else.

And then....Sunday he asked me if I wanted a cat. McAbs is huge on cats. I think he likes them more than I do. He is a Leo, and he takes that astrological sign to heart if he knows it or not. I have seen him in the presence of feline friends and he dissolves from being McAbs to something else. He is patient and soothing as he calls the animal towards him, and before you know it there the stray comes, tentative and lost, but towards him as if she knows he will take care of her. It was the most bizarre (and hot) thing I have ever seen.

So I was flattered when he came to me with a cat dilemma. Seems like his sister got a stray a couple of weeks ago. The cat is gentle and sweet and couldn't hurt a fly. Well it could but only because it's a cat. Unfortunately she cannot keep the cat, and McAbs can't keep it but he doesn't want the cat to go to a shelter. He knew that I was a previous cat owner and that he's 'known me for nine months' and that I couldn't hurt a fly. I mean I could but only because I don't like bugs.

He was on his knees (cleaning something) and I was standing above him, dreaming of his abs and muscles. He came to me because I am good with pets. And I am a good person. And I could name him jack like my favorite person in the whole entire world. I told him that I would have to think about it. I mean I just moved into a new place which isn't entirely my own. I can't afford a cat. I barely can afford to feed myself. But I would see if my landlady (who has cats) would want another in the litter.

'i'm not giving her the cat. I want you to have it. What do you say?". I'm a girl, his muscles distracted me. I didn't say no, but I sure as hell didn't say yes. I had to think it over, because I do want a cat. But can I afford one now? Would the landlady agree to have another cat in her home? Where would the cat sleep? Eat? Do it's cat business?

By the time I got home, I concluded that though I would love to have a cat, I can't have one now. I am in no position to take care of another living being. When I get a cat. I want it to be able to have space to roam, and sleep, and do it's cat things. I don't want to have it secluded to one room.

The next day I told the janitor that I couldn't have a cat. My landlady already has three, I live in a room, and it just wouldn't work. I sort of swung the landlady angle a lot more than my own 'I'm broke' truth. He asked if he could talk to the landlady about the cat. I told him it wouldn't do him any good because she speaks a little English. He asked me about her native language. And when I say Portuguese his face lights up. His sisters husband is Portuguese (great) and he can talk to her (even better). I say I don't know. I mean I still can't have a cat. I'm broke. broke. but he doesn't hear this or doesn't want to.

A couple of days ago he sent me a text about the cat situation. That I should call him ASAP. But I was out. I was having an okay social time with a friend. I didn't want to drop what I was doing, call him to talk about a cat I don't want. So I didn't call back. And I haven't heard from him since.

We work together on Saturday and I know he is going to be pissed. I have the scene in my head. He is going to come in on Saturday, give me a piss face, and then display his anger out on me until I go home. He is expecting me to fell sorry or guilty or worse. But you know what he should have never put me inn that position. I never said I wanted that cat. I said I wanted A cat in the near future. But not today. And maybe I wasn't clear about that, but I asserted the whole "i live in a room. One room. In a house. How could I take care of a cat"

I needed a microwave. I needed a ride home that night it was pouring outside. I don't need a cat. Sure I want one. I would love to have one. But right now, it was the dumbest thing I could do (outside of having a crush on a dude because he has nice muscles). And I sort of want him to be all pissy with me on Saturday (away from the managers of course) because you know what I am going to be pissy back. He shouldn't have made me Joan of the Cats. He shouldn't have expected me to pull him out of a jam, especially if that could jeopardize my current living situation.

I am not looking forward to Saturday. He thinks he has me all figured and maybe he does. But I won't let him make me feel like the wrongdoer in this. I just have to remember this on Saturday, when he pulls me aside to talk.