Post by Mora Kaiyroan on Feb 3, 2021 18:02:28 GMT -5
Laundry day. Mora hated it. She hated it almost as much as she hated the texture of onions. Or as much as she hated crowded places. She’d put laundry off until the last min. Unfortunately today was that day. She hadn’t originally intended to move to an apartment building with a share laundry room. She personally hated them. Because they were untrust worthy and you had to literally sit and wait with your clothes like you were at a public laundry mat and make nice with all the other tenants of the building who may or may not have had to do laundry that day.
Since the laundry room was located on the basement level, Mora usually took the elevator since she almost always. More than 2 or 3 baskets of laundry to do. Luckily she’d managed some how over the past couple of weeks to maintain her laundry load well enough she’d only have to do a basket on the weekend. Her and Niklaus had gotten into an argument about his weight and the emininant threat of being taken to the vet for a diet review. But mostly they argued over him laying on her clean clothes. She’d just finished sorting, folding and hanging up and all she had left was some works for clothes.
Her fat cat and her eyes locked eyes on the black pair of slacks. Her favorite pair of slacks.
‘Not today Satan’ She spat, as she dove her pants at the same time as he did. He of course got there first. And was able to wiggle his fat ass around enough to get black and white cat hair all over her pants. Mora was pissed.
‘You fucker!’
She yelled. Hands on her hips glaring at him. Niklaus in return calming looking at her licked his paw pretending he didn’t hear her. ‘Typical.’ she muttered to herself tossing the pants into a basket and looking around her apartment for anything else that needed to be washed. She was frugal enough she wasn’t about to waste precious quarters on a single pair of slacks. After a quick apartment sweep she did manage to get a basket full of clothes that she’d discarded around the apartment over the past few days that qualified to be washed. She glared at her cat one last time before leaving her apartment and taking the stairs down to the basement. The elevator was showing in use. And she just wanted it over with.
Making it down to the basement is when she really started to loose her cool. Not only had the bastard rolled all over her clothes, she couldn’t find her wallet which she was certain she’d stuffed in her running leggings, having planned on going for a run when she was done with her laundry. But the horror didn’t end there and had yet to be realized.
Her keys were in her apartment. On the floor under the couch where the spiteful fat cat had swatted them when she first denied him the tuna he wanted. And she’d failed to see him in action.
‘Damnit.’ She muttered, putting the basket down to pat herself down looking for the sliim wallet that she used when she went running. Luckily it was a quiet day there was one other load of someone else’s laundry was in the washer. So there were no witnesses to Mora’s frustration.
Taking a deep breath she resigned herself to go all the way back up the stairs since the elevator was STILL in use. Mora lived up on the 5th floor. And was grateful she only had the one basket this time. By the time she got back to her apartment door she was beyond annoyed. She was blaming Nik for this. Setting down the basket, she tried her apartment door not thinking logically that she locked her door behind herself. And didn’t make sure she had her keys.
The door knob didn’t budge. Did she have her keys? She didn’t remember feeling them when she patted herself down in the laundry room. Color drained from her face as she realized not only was she standing there with her dirty laundry basket dressed to go out for a run. But she was locked out of her apartment. This was such bullshit.
She banged on the door. “Nik you bastard unlock this door or at the very least give me my damn keys!”
Silence greeted her.
She glanced around the hall to make sure she was still alone. How else do you explain to a normal human being you have a talking cat that’s pure joy in life was pissing you off?
She banged again a few more times, and finally she heard the howling of feline laughter from behind the closed door. Mora’s eyes narrowed as she growled softly through the keyhole at the fat bastard.
“You’re going to regret this niklaus’ she muttered as she left her laundry basket by her apartment door and turned skipping down the steps to the main office of the apartment where the maintenance man usually hung out flirting with the receptionist for the management company.
Taking the last few steps from the stairs, she rounded the corner to the maintenance office only to find a note that said ‘Gone for lunch be back at 1”. Mora glanced at her watch. It was 1:30. Where the fuck was this guy? She could feel her frustration growing, even as the Elevator dinged and opened and someone got off.
She didn’t even have her cell phone and she knew no one in the building. This, now this was a social nightmare for Mora.
She had 3 choices:
1. Go bang on her own door like a crazy person until her cat slid her keys under the door.
2. Wait for the so-called maintenance guy or office lady to return and let her in with a master key Or 3. Start knocking on neighbors doors and see if she could barrow someones phone to call the maintenance guy to come let her into her apartment.
Mora at this point was so frustrated, she decided to go with option 2. It seemed better than trying to be polite and social, while hiding her frustration and anxiety of being locked out of her apartment. Why oh why had she had taken this job in LA? Why wasn’t she smart enough to just move to another small town, where she had laundry in her house and could leave her door unlocked because it was that safe.
With a sigh of resignation she pressed her back against the wall next to the office and slowly sank to the ground and covered her face to hide her frustration while she tried to mentally sooth herself with some non-verbal mantra’s her former therapist had advised her to use when she felt like she was spiraling out of control. Like she was at that very moment.
Since the laundry room was located on the basement level, Mora usually took the elevator since she almost always. More than 2 or 3 baskets of laundry to do. Luckily she’d managed some how over the past couple of weeks to maintain her laundry load well enough she’d only have to do a basket on the weekend. Her and Niklaus had gotten into an argument about his weight and the emininant threat of being taken to the vet for a diet review. But mostly they argued over him laying on her clean clothes. She’d just finished sorting, folding and hanging up and all she had left was some works for clothes.
Her fat cat and her eyes locked eyes on the black pair of slacks. Her favorite pair of slacks.
‘Not today Satan’ She spat, as she dove her pants at the same time as he did. He of course got there first. And was able to wiggle his fat ass around enough to get black and white cat hair all over her pants. Mora was pissed.
‘You fucker!’
She yelled. Hands on her hips glaring at him. Niklaus in return calming looking at her licked his paw pretending he didn’t hear her. ‘Typical.’ she muttered to herself tossing the pants into a basket and looking around her apartment for anything else that needed to be washed. She was frugal enough she wasn’t about to waste precious quarters on a single pair of slacks. After a quick apartment sweep she did manage to get a basket full of clothes that she’d discarded around the apartment over the past few days that qualified to be washed. She glared at her cat one last time before leaving her apartment and taking the stairs down to the basement. The elevator was showing in use. And she just wanted it over with.
Making it down to the basement is when she really started to loose her cool. Not only had the bastard rolled all over her clothes, she couldn’t find her wallet which she was certain she’d stuffed in her running leggings, having planned on going for a run when she was done with her laundry. But the horror didn’t end there and had yet to be realized.
Her keys were in her apartment. On the floor under the couch where the spiteful fat cat had swatted them when she first denied him the tuna he wanted. And she’d failed to see him in action.
‘Damnit.’ She muttered, putting the basket down to pat herself down looking for the sliim wallet that she used when she went running. Luckily it was a quiet day there was one other load of someone else’s laundry was in the washer. So there were no witnesses to Mora’s frustration.
Taking a deep breath she resigned herself to go all the way back up the stairs since the elevator was STILL in use. Mora lived up on the 5th floor. And was grateful she only had the one basket this time. By the time she got back to her apartment door she was beyond annoyed. She was blaming Nik for this. Setting down the basket, she tried her apartment door not thinking logically that she locked her door behind herself. And didn’t make sure she had her keys.
The door knob didn’t budge. Did she have her keys? She didn’t remember feeling them when she patted herself down in the laundry room. Color drained from her face as she realized not only was she standing there with her dirty laundry basket dressed to go out for a run. But she was locked out of her apartment. This was such bullshit.
She banged on the door. “Nik you bastard unlock this door or at the very least give me my damn keys!”
Silence greeted her.
She glanced around the hall to make sure she was still alone. How else do you explain to a normal human being you have a talking cat that’s pure joy in life was pissing you off?
She banged again a few more times, and finally she heard the howling of feline laughter from behind the closed door. Mora’s eyes narrowed as she growled softly through the keyhole at the fat bastard.
“You’re going to regret this niklaus’ she muttered as she left her laundry basket by her apartment door and turned skipping down the steps to the main office of the apartment where the maintenance man usually hung out flirting with the receptionist for the management company.
Taking the last few steps from the stairs, she rounded the corner to the maintenance office only to find a note that said ‘Gone for lunch be back at 1”. Mora glanced at her watch. It was 1:30. Where the fuck was this guy? She could feel her frustration growing, even as the Elevator dinged and opened and someone got off.
She didn’t even have her cell phone and she knew no one in the building. This, now this was a social nightmare for Mora.
She had 3 choices:
1. Go bang on her own door like a crazy person until her cat slid her keys under the door.
2. Wait for the so-called maintenance guy or office lady to return and let her in with a master key Or 3. Start knocking on neighbors doors and see if she could barrow someones phone to call the maintenance guy to come let her into her apartment.
Mora at this point was so frustrated, she decided to go with option 2. It seemed better than trying to be polite and social, while hiding her frustration and anxiety of being locked out of her apartment. Why oh why had she had taken this job in LA? Why wasn’t she smart enough to just move to another small town, where she had laundry in her house and could leave her door unlocked because it was that safe.
With a sigh of resignation she pressed her back against the wall next to the office and slowly sank to the ground and covered her face to hide her frustration while she tried to mentally sooth herself with some non-verbal mantra’s her former therapist had advised her to use when she felt like she was spiraling out of control. Like she was at that very moment.
