I don’t know how this chick got away with it.

She boarded this car on a Downtown-bound 4 train with her cat in its box-thing and not a peep was uttered by any of the other passengers. People didn’t even stare. On the SUBWAY. I was aghast. It’s just not fair!

Because, damnit, reason number 4,324 why I think the world is against me: Every time that I’ve ever had to lug my stupid cat, Rufus, on the train people have had a whole lot to say about it. Rude-ass people tellin’ me I’m not allowed with a cat on the train, even in a carrier. Bitch-faced people complaining to me that they’re allergic to cats and about a whole bunch of other none sense. Stuff like, “Excuse me, I spilled my open container of coffee, which is actually illegal for me to have on the train, because of you and your stupid cat.” I’ve heard it all.

But, as much as I want to, I can’t blame the people. Really? I bet if Rufus didn’t think his life was in jeopardy while on the subway, jutting his paw out from inside his carrier and thrashing it about, we probably wouldn’t be noticed.

Oh, and there was that time when he peed and his urine leaked out of his carrier. On someone. Mortifying.