So Slickerucifer tried to attack me last night… it was the first time I have ever been even slightly afraid of a cat in my whole life. I had to defend myself by spraying Windex, for pete’s sake.
I’m not scared now. I should probably rehome him.
But I am the kind of sucker who handles physical pain SO much better than the guilt and emotional anguish I would feel if I got rid of him.
Even my vet dreads his appointments, and told me in no uncertain terms that he didn’t stand a chance of a permanent home if I gave him up.
I cannot do it. When he’s not “in a mood” he is so freaking adorable.
And let’s face it: I can totally relate to being difficult, moody and prone to violence. Just kidding about the last part.
But I know what its like to want to kick some ass.
