Don't mean to hurt your felines...

The other night I wished a pox upon our cat. By the way, I'm home today because I didn't sleep a wink last night, and consequently felt like total crap this morning. Yep, I battled with the no-sleep demons until nearly 4am, then my alarm went of at 5:55...so I opted to stay home and rest insted of pushing it, and consequently getting sick for the next 2 busy weeks ahead.

Back to the kitty. She has periods when she's absolutely horrendous - unprovoked attacks, and she has bitten me hard enough to puncture the little meaty part near my thumb. This means she's the devil. So that one night, I kind of vented on Facebook, and I fear now the public might thing I'm going to kill, or at least severely maim, a cat before the end of 2010. No, no, no, I won't. But I will imagine what it would be like to hurl one off a skyscraper. Would it land on its feet? Aw, too bad.

She has cute moments. I think she read my Facebook status though, and realized she's on probation. The past 2 days she has been treating me like...well, like I'm the special kitty (she's smart!). She's all rubby and purry and following me around constantly and chattering at me like she's saying, "OMG LOVE your hair today! Where'd you get those cute shoes? Can I have a treat?"

So we are on speaking terms once more. I am considering having her declawed...yea, I'm well aware that it's not as accepted anymore and even considered cruel, but we've already sterilized her against her will even though the chances of her getting preggers were pretty much zero...so...you know...whatever. Besides, declawing her would increase her chances of survival as a serf in my kingdom. If she ruins a couch, then she can kiss my hospitality goodbye. Taking action to prevent such an unpleasant turn of events is actually kind, right?