People say to me "i am lucky because i live alone"

Let me tell you how lucky i am...(read till the end because there is a word of life in my this story)

3 days before my classes started and i left my home to start my second year studies after a break of 3 months.

Last year when i used to live here the stray cats of my locality started coming inside my house verandah and used to sleep under the vehicles (they just used to sleep and do nothing else), me (lives on ground floor alone)  and my aunts, uncles and cousins (lives on first floor seperate from me) did our best to chase them away and we succeeded.

But since from last 3 months there was no one living on ground floor, these cats got chance and started doing their DAILY ROUTINE SHITS write in front of my rooms door.

After coming back from vacations on the first day, it was my father who cleaned that SHIT. In the night after i bid farewell to my father i found another new SHIT at the same place and i cleaned that at 9pm in night.

On second day when i went to bathroom to take bath i found a dead mysterious animal (i guess it was a mouse) in there roting for god knows how many days. And animal was clearly brought by the cats because there was even a piece of chapatti IN BATHROOM??

Today is the third day and i have lost all my senses today and i am crying from last one and half hour. Why??

1) In the morning after coming from my classes at 9am, CATS SHIT was at my door, i cleaned that and after that i skipped my morning meal because i was feeling disgusting just thinking about it. I lost my appetite.

2) In the noon after i came back from market after buying some vegetables there was SHIT on my sleepers, but since sleepers were already old and worn out i didn't mind and carefully put them aside. I haven't cleaned that yet.

And just now one and half an hour ago i went to rooftop for a little walk, after i came back i found a FRESH SHIT again at my doorstep. At this moment i lost it, now i cannot handle this.

I already called my mother earlier and told her my problem but just now i again called her to inform about this new shit and i leggit started crying silently over phone whlie explaining my problem to my brother and mother. They sensed it and asked "are you crying" but i faked that "i was not" and immedietly cut the call because now i was crying aloud. I haven't even cleaned it because i have no energy left to do so, i didn't vomit in morning but now i may do it.

Earlier they just used to come and sleep but now they dont sleep instead do their daily business in my house. They think that my house is their comot??

I cant handle this. I live alone and i bear it alone. My parents cannot come to me in overnight and i cant ask my uncle and aunts because they really dont care, its my doorstep not theirs.

If i would have lived with someone then the person would have comforted me but alas their is no one. That is why if you think living alone is awesome then think about my problem first.

I want to update my story so badly but under this chaos i dont have energy to do so. It will take me a long time to do. Lets hope my parents bring out some solution to this problem until then i could do nothing but clean that SHIT. its unbearable.

MORAL OF THE STORY:

Grass is always greener at other side but you never know if that grass is soft which will sooth your legs or the grass is dry and rough which will spear in your legs.