After living in my apartment for three months, today my roommate’s cat Ziggy finally got the courage to come into my room. Ziggy and I are friends. He likes how I scratch him. But, normally, Ziggy hangs out in the kitchen and living room, which is fine with me. Sometimes, when I come home and no ones around, I catch him prowling around my door, and when I make my self known, he jumps and sprints down the hall.

But today, as I was eating in my room, watching 30 rock on my computer, I hear loud mewing and see a black and white paw sticking under my door. This is a surprise, but Ziggy’s pretty cool. I open the door for him, tell him to come on in. It takes him a minute, but he ventures in, we hang out.

About two minutes later, Ziggy the cat walks over to a box I use for recycling paper and jumps in. Cats being cats, I think to myself. Adorable… Until I hear the sound of a stream of liquid. Ziggy urinated in my paper box. I’m not happy.

I immediately take the box to the garbage and throw it out. I guess he thought it was a litter-box.

I get back upstairs, do my dishes, come back into my room, and find Ziggy sitting on my bed, looking at me funny. I shoo him off (I hate animal hair on my stuff, and I’m kind of mad at him already) and get back to the nothing I was doing before. But, I take a closer look, and now realize Ziggy has pissed on my bed! And I just changed the sheets last night, they were brand new!

So now I’m angry, and also wondering why this cat thinks it’s cool to do this. Is my room so disgusting that animals think it’s ok to deficate in it? And now that cat is standing outside my door crying to come in. Never again cat! My room is not a toilet!