psycho kitty

The cat is going. And I am forever cured of wanting one of the things.

Right after we got in from a baby shower yesterday, Youngest Daughter threw a can of tuna at the cat and ran out of the house to her ex-addict conference… not to return until sometime today.
We knew this was bad, especially since the water gun had ceased having any effect whatsoever on the kitty from hell.

The bitch woke me up three times before midnight last night, yowling. I sprayed it with the water gun so many times it was soaked. And mad. Yeah, I know… but the water gun was mostly for revenge.

This morning - through EARPLUGS- it woke us at 6:00am. Well, the dog threw up in bed, poor thing, then it started, but only when I’d gotten back into bed!

After about an hour of this I took the thing out to the garage and chunked it into a small crate in the dark.

Then it really got pissed.

I figured, let it yowl for awhile, and when it calmed down I’d go in and take it back to its room… hahahahaaaaaa…..

I couldn’t think, work, or even drink coffee… the yowling was hideous! You’d think after six weeks of it my brain would come to terms with the noises, but no!
It wouldn’t calm down. So every once in a while I’d walk in there and say “NO”, which was the word I used with the water gun.
This disintegrated quickly into me kicking the cage like a maniac because when I walked in, the yowling got WORSE.

I’ve never seen a cat so angry.

And when it started going after me, trying to get my foot, or cords near the cage, and biting the cage… and screaming.

It scared me.

So I let it out after two hours of this nonsense. She walked out, yelling at me… I petted it gingerly, and lying like a rug, called it a good kitty.
I wanted to keep my eyeballs and ankles, you see.

She walked straight to YD’s room, where I could hear her using the litter box through the closed door, ‘talking’ the entire time.

It’s been an hour, and the she-devil is finally quiet.

And YD’s got 48 hours to get it the fuck out of this house. It’s been SIX long weeks of this crap. It’s gone.

Last night Dingad said: “We need to get a big dog that hates cats. Let it kill the cat, then get rid of the dog because it killed the cat.”
And this is why I love him…

Meanwhile, a look inside her room reveals… cat shit everywhere[!!!], old tuna fish/cat food tins stacked up[!!!], and she has ruined my little bedside table, putting cat food and water on it!!! BITCH! Nice, solid wood table. It was not hers to destroy.

The stench from her room is coming out from under the door and polluting the hall…
NO WONDER THE DOG THREW UP THIS MORNING.