Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-32404158-20170722212550/@comment-32404158-20170723041254

Quitting time rolled around. I put up my gear, showered at the bathhouse, and went home. My cat, Bindwy, had shit on the porch. Again. I'm gonna kick that cat back to the shelter if he doesn't shape up. But why was the door open? The lock was busted, and when I went inside with my axe in front of me, the place had been ransacked. "Again?", I muttered. This had been happening for a while. Someone will break into my house at least twice a month. Nothing is ever stolen, but it took forever to clean up and repair. I can't afford to completely jerk-proof my tree house, but still. I cleaned up the mess and went to bed. Tomorrow is my day off, I'll get another lock and reinforce the door and windows.