Sometimes i really hate my life. It's been more than a year that i've had stewie and alfeo. Why is it now alfeo and not alfie? While we were on the big trip, my mom would e-mail us updates on all the furry friends. I can't remember if she spelled stewie's name right but for some reason, she would spell alfie alfeo. So now i call him either alfie or alfeo. And she calls stewie chipadee. I don't know. Ef-oh-be mom. So after more than a year of cohabitation, these two cats still do not get along. Alfie chases stewie and then attacks her and she pees everywhere cos she's so small and tiny. And even when i go to pick her up and she sees him, she starts growling and shaking and hissing. Ugh. And i feel bad cos i don't want her stressing out. So for one plus year now, we have been going the extra mile in keeping them separated at all times. Alfie gets locked up in a room all day while we're at work. Then whoever gets home first locks stewie up in my room (where she's the most content at staying anyway) and alfeo gets let out to roam around. Right when i'm about to sleep, i let stewie out and alfie sleeps with me. Sometime in the middle of the night, either stewie will start scratching at the door or alfie will start meowing. Oh my gawd that boy meows all the dang TIME! So i'll get up to switch them. It's a lot of work. And we complain about it all the time but none of us has the heart to let them fight it out. I don't want my little girl stewie to get hurt! They're both so kind and loving individually that i wish they would just hurry and show signs that they're ready for that next step! Argh. I would love to finally have a good night's sleep without any of those dogs or cats waking me up with the annoying sounds they make. And fracking big poppa is a pro at pretending like he's dead asleep so that i'm the one that's having to get up. Can you guess who's the one that has night shift come baby time? Hopefully my ef-oh-be mom.
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