I dropped my friend off at the airport tonight, and all the empty kegs and the tap have been returned for the deposit, and the floors no longer stick, and I am once again free to roam my house in only boxer shorts and slippers and Homecoming 2019 is finally over. I’m really all over exhausted.
Steve was a total dick the entire time I had company- I’m not mad at him, he’s a cat, and all these people in the house was disruptive for him. He hid all day long, then came up at 11 at night, demanded to be fed, then prowled the house meowing at all the closed doors. He wanted in the bedroom, then out of the bedroom, and one night he got locked into a bedroom and shit and pissed on a pile of folded clothes.
As soon as I got back from the airport, and he knew everyone was gone, he was back to being his normal self.