Right now my cat is under house arrest.
She was bitten by some damn thing hiding out in the woods--probably another cat or something--and the vet said she can't go out for 45 days.
Forty-five freaking days! Do you have any idea what it's like having to rush in and out of the house before the cat can get to the door? How about chasing after her when she does get out? Tromping through the woods this time of year is not my favorite thing to do!
We're taking her to the vet later this week and
begging him to let us let her out, to save our sanity!
And then there's the fish tanks.
My sister has two tanks (one fresh-water, one salt-water) of tropical fish. She got started by looking after the two fish my niece left behind when they moved out (offspring of a different sister, by the way), and now she has about eight of them.
For now.
They either die off or eat each other. I swear to God, she had one cannibal fish that ate everything else in the damn tank! So she's always having to buy more.
But the biggest problem?
The sound of water trickling through the filter makes me have to pee.