Kitten of mass destruction

My flatmate is away until tomorrow morning, and my boyfriend went back to Tauranga yesterday, so I’m feeling a little bit lonely at the moment. Sure, I have the kitten, but I go through fazes of either loving him or hating him, and he doesn’t really provide any good conversation, so while he helps a little with the loneliness, he doesn’t banish it by any means. 

After watching an episode of Community in which they construct a gigantic blanket fort, I was inspired to build my own in an effort to ward off the boredom brought on by being all by myself. It also gave me something to do that didn’t involve lying in bed on my laptop.

The kitten, of course, as all kittens do, decided that his task of the day must be total destruction of my masterpiece, so a scarce two minutes after I had crawled into the finished product, the roof collapsed in on me.

I should have known better than to try.

The unknown

For the first time in my life, I’m going to be properly alone for a period of time. What I mean is that never in my life have I been alone in a house for any more than two nights. In fact, I don’t even think I’ve been alone for two nights. One night is the limit. My first year living at a hostel was different, because there were people all around me in their own little units.

Just as I come back from Auckland, my flatmate is off there for her internship. I have two weeks to do absolutely nothing before I head off to Wellington for mine. This means that for two weeks, I’m home alone.

When I say alone, obviously I have the kitten with me, so I’m not totally by myself. That being said, I’ve only been alone with him for one night and I’m ready to strangle him. He meowed for about an hour straight this morning until I let him into my room. Then, when I snuggled back into my bed and pulled the blankets over my head, he walked back and forth across my face for about five minutes trying to figure out how to get through to me so I could pat him.

I don’t know yet if I feel lonely with my flatmate gone. I don’t know if I feel scared being all alone in the house (bearing in mind that it’s a relatively old house and it constantly creaks as if somebody is moving around in it).

I’m either going to love this or hate it.