She is just begging to be...

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kicked off the island.  At this point, I'm beginning to agree.  Spending money she doesn't have, relying on my largesse to cover her.  Either using my console and tv, or more likely allowing someone else to do so.  All sorts of schemery.  And I have just about had enough.

Talk?  That we will do.  A final talk.  If she doesn't straighten up she will be moving out, quickly.  She doesn't do enough good to cover the bad at this time.  So the bad has to end or the gig is up.  I don't think she thinks I can or will.  She is terribly mistaken.

I pulled some of the cords, to my devices.  I have the controller and remote, though those can be and probably are found in other ways.  I can tell a dozen ways, including that my headset, when left down there, keeps having the padding come detached.  Not cats, or there would be marks, and they wouldn't remain or otherwise be in, the charging cradle.

At first I thought I was just being careless.  Putting them in their charging cradle.  But then I became excessively cautious.  Not me, without a doubt.  Everything she does is smart.  She thinks she's being cute.  She's going to cute her ass right out on the street.

Yes, we will talk.  If that doesn't fix it, I will.  The lying, thieving, allowing other people in, giving away my food or her's while living on mine?  No.  Absolutely not.

I don't mind booting her out.  This was an opportunity.  She is more than abusing it.  She is becoming a human version of a raccoon.  An unwanted one at this point.  She does great things, but that doesn't give her latitude for this level of misbehaving.

I think, to my mind, this is most likely finished.  I am going to give her to the end of the month.  If she doesn't clean up, she needs to start looking for a place.  And, no.  I won't pay her to clean, cook, and eat more of my food.  I'll sell, settle, and move.  Choices.  Consequences.  Bah!  There is a reason I have lived alone.