Im starting to hate my cats. And my family. My cats live in another house because my dad is allergic and we have to go down every day to take care of them. And my sister and I had a system of alternating days. And just as I expected it only lasted two days. And now I'm stuck doing it again. And my family says it's because they've been out at the pool and ive been indoors all day but like I don't enjoy the pool so why would I go there?. The constant need to interrupt my day because I have to go down to do the cats, especially when the plan changes last minute, genuinely infuriates me. And because I'm resenting that schedule its making me hate the cats. To the point I can't be in the same room as them without getting mad and frustrated. Even though I dont want to.