I know having a cat is against apartment policy. I know that. But do you think for once in your life you could put aside your goody-goody rule-following ****ing high-and-mighty morality and let me have one? Holy ****, roommate. It's not like anyone would fine out, cats don't meow louder than people talk, they don't smell especially if their litter boxes are say, in my bedroom, plus she's declawed so it's not like she'll damage the furniture, and even if they did SOMEHOW find her the policy dictates that I get a slap on the wrist--a ****ing FIFTY-DOLLAR FINE. FOR -REPEATED- OFFENSES. Seriously? Big ****ing deal. I'd gladly risk it for the sake of my sanity.
I know this seems like a small thing to you, but given that I can't sleep and I'm having horribly vivid nightmares about not having a cat because of all this, you think you could let me bring her for the sake of my sanity? I mean it when I say I get lonely without them, horribly so. And my depression is throwing me for a major loop right now because of you, so just, at least, ****ing... give me one chance. Let me bring her up. Because the only ****ing reason I can't is because you don't want to break A ****ING RULE IN PLACE FOR -SANITARY- REASONS. Not like I don't ****ing know how to clean up after a cat, I've only raised FIVE-HUNDRED of the damn things. I'll be solely responsible for taking care of her and for taking the fall if people find out... so please just give me a chance... it really hurts.
This is the only ****ing reason I wanted an apartment anyway, asshat.