Living With Three Girls, Three Cats, And One Felon Explodes Into A Chaotic Nightmare
Living with roommates can often feel like a wild roller coaster, but throw in a felon and a trio of unruly cats, and you’ve got a recipe for chaos. Imagine moving in with a close friend, only to discover her new boyfriend is fresh out of prison.
Add two more girls to the mix, each with a cat, and suddenly the house becomes a battlefield of clashing personalities and litter boxes.
The felon’s sketchy behavior and the cats’ constant mess create a whirlwind of stress. OP, trying to maintain sanity, finds themselves cleaning up after everyone, including dealing with the cats’ unsavory habits.
The house reeks of cat mess, and the girls, oblivious to their responsibility, leave the cleaning to the lone guy in the house. It’s a scene straight out of a comedy horror movie.
Tensions peak when the girls try to oust the poster to make room for a friend, despite OP’s significant contributions to maintaining the house. The standoff ends with the poster leaving, but not without a parting note predicting the girls’ imminent downfall.
Sure enough, their inability to manage the chaos results in fines and eventual eviction, proving the poster’s point: some roommates are just more trouble than they’re worth.
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After graduating college, OP was invited by a close female friend and her boyfriend to share their attic bachelor pad.
She learned her friend had only been dating him for about a month before moving in.
In her confession, she admitted:
She then concluded...
They moved in together, enjoying a honeymoon phase; she sought to learn more about him.
He disclosed his release from prison six months ago after recounting a shocking altercation.
OP believed in second chances, acknowledging his past behavior changed only when he smoked weed.
After three months, his behavior changed; he bought kush frequently and money went missing.
Convinced it was him, she confronted him on the way to work; he threatened violence, leaving her flustered.
Returning home, CFF confronts her, insisting he would never do it; she complies reluctantly.
After stealing credit cards and getting caught, he complies with threats to avoid parole violation.
Before leaving, he tearfully admits to using her credit cards, denying her accusations initially.
She chuckled quietly, realizing her compliance had brought a satisfying moment, without malice—yet.
The boyfriend is gone, so they bring in two girls known to CFF as roommates.
Despite no pets allowed, three girls move in with cats, disregarding the lease agreement.
The unrelenting meowing of the unfixed female cat disrupts the house, to everyone's frustration and boredom.
The house reeks of waste, with the girls neglecting cleanup. Cat messes ruin their new Xbox.
Left grapes on counter; cats knock them over. Girls blame OP, stress mounts, sanity slips.
For a month, OP's done all dishes. Constant criticism over minor messes reveals CFF's true nature.
During a meeting, the girls ask OP to leave by March to accommodate a friend.
OP laughed incredulously, rejecting their request to leave early, asserting principles of fairness and respect.
Their clucking criticism deafened OP. Resigned, OP braced for another month in the chaotic, cat-filled house.
OP complied, moving out the next month, leaving a note predicting their departure within.
OP cleaned the cat-filled basement monthly, expecting gratitude, but actions went unnoticed amid ongoing chaos."
The landlord fined them for pet damage and added a monthly fee for basement cleanup.
Under CFF's OCD reign, the girls moved out exactly 27 days after OP predicted.
OP received apologies from 2/3 roommates after they left; lessons learned, though cats still misbehave.
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Found solace in understanding Sean Connery amidst the chaos of catcalls and cat-related challenges.
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Leaving that madhouse was a blessing in disguise. Watching the chaos implode from a distance was sweeter than any revenge plot. Sometimes, the best way to win is to walk away and let the cats—and their clueless owners—dig their own litter-filled graves.
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