My cat is a fucking asshole. I love cats… but man, he’s a DICK! He is completely selfish and cares for no one but himself. He routinely attacks my daughters, their toys, and other breakable valuables around the house. He knocks things over. He killed our fish. He ruined our carpets, and he continues to rip them to shreds while staring right at us, as if to mock us. If he’s hungry and hasn’t had his meal in a timely manner, he will jump on the counter where his bag of food is and use his evil little claws to rip the bag into a hundred million pieces while bits of food lay strewn about the counter and floor. The other day he got into our garbage can and we came home to find nasty bits of garbage tattered and littered on our kitchen floor. He routinely tries to escape the house and really feels that he belongs “out there” but doesn’t realize that everyone else will think hes an asshole too. I’m sure the raccoons would love to rip his fucking face off. It’s not like he will make friends! Who would want to be friends with a bastard like him.
He’s a PRICK!
I thought cutting his balls off would make him chill out a little, and it did for a week or so, but he’s almost worse now, as if to make up for his lack of manhood. And despite the many things he’s damaged in our house and the countless times he’s drawn blood from one of us… I just can’t fucking bring myself to get him declawed! I can’t amputate the little fucker! And if anyone has given me a reason to WANT to, it’s this little asshole! When he ran away for 6 hours… I was depressed. But WHY??? Because I missed his vigilante attacks on my feet in the morning… his cutting me off down the stairs almost making me fall to my death… his murdering of the other family pets… his total destruction of our furniture and everything we own?
He’s not even a year old… so it’s not like I have his death to look forward to.