Kitchen whinging again

I'm really getting a bit tired of the flat at the moment, the constant cat wars, the overenthusiastic kitten with no sense of personal space, no boundaries and no apparent ability to take a hint. One of its favourite hobbies is jumping on the bench, and it sure has rich pickings at the moment. Though there are two people at the flat at the moment one of them contrives to spontaneously abort meals all over the benches and walls like a mad woman's shit. I have cleaned it up once, but then I thought, no I'll sit this one out on the second occasion, on assurances that it would be tidied. Ground zero occurred on Friday night, it is Sunday and I am still waiting. Of course, I can't actually use the kitchen in the mean time, everythng I want to use is filthy. And I don't want to clear up and be a doormat again. It's enough to make you...well me...want to go on a shooting spree. I have not got the luxury of trotting up to my palatial room to escape the shithole, no I have to sit in the lounge, try to look and block if I make a cup of tea, and subsist on microwaved offerings and stale baked goods. I don't really give a flying continental if people are tired after their week of work, because I sure as hell don't want to be cleaning in my few hours off either, but I do it more fool me.
Anyway, matters have come to a head because now I absolutely have to cook something as a favour, and I am running out of shitty convenience foods.
Hmm. It seems I am being stalked on trade me & keep selling to one person. Oh well, money is nice but I want heaps of positive feedbacks and stars too...