Why I Shouldn't Have Pets

Every time I walk in my apartment, the awful stench of dirty laundry, sweaty gym clothes or ass (the universal description for such odors) hits my nose and my face just cringes. Within the past couple of days, the smell evolved into a more sour smell, like something was rotting. I've always assumed that it was a result of my roomie and his live-in girlfriend's (she's basically here every freakin' night) poor hygiene (they claimed the living room as their territory) so I didn't bother to look for the source of the odor.

Earlier I asked my other roomie if he thought the living room smelled and he said that Miss Murphy, my girl roomie's cat, shat on the chair (I still don't think that's the source of the odor). Upon hearing that, my jaw dropped. Ooooooh shiznits...it's all my fault! Poor Miss Murphy! I felt so bad!

Here's the story: my girl roomie is in Hungary and asked me to take care of Miss Murphy while she is gone. Her friend visiting from Russia is staying in her room. (I have quite the international apartment. The other roomie is from Greece.) Russian girl asked me, "Does the cat need to be in the room at night?" Dumb me, I replied, "Nah, don't worry about it." I assumed that cats only go to the bathroom in their litter box...oh boy, I was so wrong.

My guy roomie and his girlfriend haven't been home yet so they haven't seen Miss Murphy's artwork on the chair. I don't feel like cleaning it because I'm waiting for the girlfriend to throw her clothes on the chair without realizing that there's feces on it. If you had to hear her horrendous singing and see her annoying face everyday, you'd be wishing the same thing.