Roommate is heinous - VENT

The title says it all. I am this close to macing my roommate because she's a hypocritical snot with a victim complex

I've always had to tiptoe around her on eggshells because her moods swing back and forth. For a few days she acts fine and then she won't talk to me for some reason, like I've done something wrong. Little bickering has gotten to the point where she get's at me out for pathetic reasons, and now she's focusing on Allen and how I'm 'accomodating' him over her.

The table and chairs in the kitchen are hers, and all of a sudden she's making a big fuss because she's got him a few times laying on it looking out the window. She also says his back claws have scratched the wood and that her parents will be annoyed. I looked her in the eye and said I couldn't give a **** if her parents were mad, but fine, I moved the table away from the window and got a thick tablecloth.

Nope, not good enough. Her ultimatum is that Allen has to stay locked in my room while I'm at work (all day), and at night while I'm asleep. He's only allowed out when I can "supervise" him. We've been snapping at each other through text this morning and she's veily threatening to call the landlord, since we're not supposed to have any animals whatsoever. I MOVE OUT IN 3 WEEKS TO MY NEW APARTMENT.

Heinous and hypocritical. I've decided that Allen will stay at my parents 2.5 hours away and they will bring him down with the moving truck the last weekend of July. She has such a skewed view on life and is such a snotty brat. Good riddance.

We are both leaving the apartment, me because I graduated in June and she's starting her fifth.

Honestly, I think it is about the table. She's just that kind of neurotic individual who thinks her way (or the way she was raised) is the only way to do things. She and I got into a row because I, unlike her, do not believe it is necessary to rinse EVERY SINGLE SPECK OF FOOD off dishes or silverware before placing it in the dishwasher. IT'S A DISHWASHER.

She calls me blatantly disrespectful for ridiculous little things and I just can't stand her anymore. God help her if she tries to talk to me about anything.

I'm debating calling my new apartment and seeing if there's any way I can bump up the move-in date. My parents can't move my furniture down until the last weekend of this month, but I'd sleep on the floor with a blanket if it means getting away from her sooner.