I am getting used to sleeping in front of the computer playing videos, it is like a decade ago when I had a TV, and could fall asleep watching TV, with that lake glow of radiation hitting my face as I drool.
My land lady has a shitload of cats, and I moved into her unheated, unfurnished garage. Temperature is low tonight, usually is, and got used to living with two twin black cats. But this fucking annoying orange cat she adopted in the last year insists on being around me. I don’t like it, it pisses me off. It insists in sleeping above my head.
I’m adjusting everything I own as if it was in a cargo van, experimenting spacewise, and am on a sleeping cot. I built a very, very small kitchen area, will install a sink soon. Computer is above my feet on my workbench. I’m gonna have it positioned up to my upper thighs in the future, leaving me the option of using my cot as a single seat, or mostly hidden bed, computer up front. That will increase available space.
Unfortunately, the kitchen area above me head leave absolutely no area for the orange annoying sneezing snoring fucking hairball, and the black cats insist on sleeping on my legs, and I’m on a cot that us six feet, and I’m 5’ 11 1/2 inches, so this orange thing is so not fucking working.
If I kick the cat out of the garage, he spends weeks constantly none stop scratching and crying. I’ve talked at it, spanked it. I’m having a hard time convincing it to stay off my tools, and it is refusing my bed on the floor I got it. I can convince one but not both of the black cats to sleep on the floor when the heater is plugged in, but it is above freezing tonight, so I’m not waisting 1200w on it. So every cat is swarming me, and I can’t move.
I want to murder this orange thing. It is between my right shoulder and head, no room, breathing heavily. I push it away, it crawls back, lays down, then sneezes all over my face… then breathes like Darth Vader for hours.
I never had these issues when I was homeless. I did have a cat nap with me, but we had room. I had a family of racoons live in a tree above me, if I forgot to finish my food, they would descend down and try to get it. I would wake up and feed the babies equal shares, go back to sleep- they would warn me to threats, we trusted each other. But the racoons never slept on me, much less my fucking head. This is where I put my head. I wanna fucking kick my feet around, let me gave my feet back. I’m trapped!