LayZ boy is behaving more erratically and weirdly

Yesterday evening, LayZ boy came home, around dusk, just when the sun had set and it was starting to get a bit darker outside.

He comes into the house with his dark sunglasses on, into the dark hallway, as if he is a nutcase, who can see through the dark! And as I was walking through the hallway at the same time, he just bumped into me, because he couldn't see anything!

The weirdo LayZ boy often walks around the house with his sunglasses on, even when there is no sun outside, but of course, he wears them inside prior to and after going outside, as if the house has such glare that it's too bright for him to contend with, without some Polaroid protection! That, or else he's just a complete nutter who doesn't understand that sunglasses are not necessary at night, except for maybe wanna-be or very pretentious celebrities.

Last night LayZ boy went out for his snacks at 2am - he was hungry for his junk food - and when he came back in, he scared me, because he looks totally like a burglar! He wears a thick black beanie, with a tartan/plaid, lumberjack-type parka, very dark, casual clothes under it and with a serial killer expression on his face. Even our step-father has said that LayZ boy scares him when he sees him, because he looks like a total nut-case, weirdo! And coming from that volatile man who is my step-father, that is saying something! LayZ boy is the quintessential stereotype of what you get in movies when they show a weird loner, who is about to kill everyone because he's mentally unstable.

LayZ boy also bumped into me in the hallway again, this time because I was trying to get to my bedroom before he got out of the toilet, stinking it up and as I had a small bowl of watery, warm milk for the cat, I almost spilled it because the idiot LayZ boy just walks in front of me, without watching where he is going, or giving a damn that I am there. And then the idiot calls me a "loser", because he almost made me spill the milk! I think I told him to get lost! Geez he is such a piece of shit!

LayZ boy is so vile. He has such bad hygiene. He doesn't shower for months, doesn't wash his hands after going to the toilet, doesn't put the fan on after doing a poo in the toilet, uses the same hand to pee and smoke his cigarettes. Who would voluntarily live with a pig like that? Then in a very weird way, he has OCD, so he has to have things a certain way, otherwise he goes ballistic. He's so mentally unwell.

Seriously, LayZ boy just sits in his room, watching videos all day, like he has major mental problems (and yes, he does), or he's really manic and jumping around the place. Yet his mother thinks LayZ boy is "just going through a hard time because of his separation". Yeah right! And his mother is so totally deluded about her son, thinking that. She just wont face reality about him. He needs mental help, big time. He has serious mental problems.

Poor little kitty has hurt one of his claws

On around Tuesday, my parents kitty cat somehow hurt one of his front left paw claws in between me going to bed and then a few hours later, him meowing in the hallway and waking me up, limping!

I have no idea how he could have hurt his claw - it's the one on his front left paw, the second from the end near the smallest paw/claw - because when I left him on the couch in the family room so that I could go to bed, he was fine.  A few hours later, he wakes me with his meowing and I noticed that he was limping, at first thinking that maybe I was imagining it because I was still half asleep! But no. He was definitely limping.

After almost a week of him being in pain and it hurting even more on Friday, I guilted my mother into taking him to the vet. I called the vet surgery and asked to speak to one of the vet nurses, told her the situation and then asked her to speak to my mother so she could explain that the cat needed to see the vet for an examination.

My mother talked to her and apparently made an appointment with her, but neglected to tell me. She didn't want me to know that I had guilted her into it, so she said nothing to me. I made an appointment with the the vet at the same time she was due to see the vet and it was only when I told my mother that I made an appointment with the vet that she told me that she already did at that time too! How stubborn can a person be?

Anyway, the vet saw the kitty cat and agreed with what I had suspected - something wrong with the claw next to the smallest one on the front left. She bandaged that paw, up to mid-leg and gave him some medicine (non-steroid anti-inflammatory - NSAID). My mother complained bitterly about the vet fees, to me afterwards, as if it was in the thousands of dollars, when it was $160. She promised when she got the cat as a kitten that she would take him to the vet regularly, get him desexed and checked out - of course she has done none of it. Her promises are always full of empty air, meaningless!

Kitty cat has not been happy since he got his foot bandaged, he's always shaking that paw to try to get rid of the bandage, but it is not going anywhere. I think the medication doesn't agree with him as he gets very stressed a little while after he's taken it, breathing fast, getting drowsy and lethargic and today we only gave him about 1/2 of the dose he was supposed to have! I think tomorrow he wont get any medicine to see if that make a difference. I don't like to see him in pain or stress.