The problem with the Damn Cat is probably related to her upbringing, either that or she is just a cat! When she was found, she was about 10 days old and we agreed to take her…because she needed a home and because My Girl’s first words were practically…”I want a cat!” (and at 16 years old, I was ready to give in). A 10 day old kitten needs to be bottle fed and rubbed (like a mother cat) to stimulate bodily functions…yep, peeing and pooping. I fed the small Damn Cat (who was very cute) and then handed her off to My Loving Spouse for the second phase. 
So…you’d think she’d be appreciative…kind…loving…considerate…
Nope…mostly she just gets into things…
Leaves cat hair everywhere…
Ruins perfectly good toilet paper…
and has completely ruined a very nice couch…(don’t even get me started on this one).
My Girl says when she comes home from China, she’ll be ready to move out. She said, she’s taking the cat with her and I said…”Oh, yes you ARE…and the ruined couch too!”
You’d think she’d be better…but then she is what she is…a cat!
I miss that little love muffin so much. All I want is to hug her tightly and let her stratch me. Seriously it sucks not having clean animals. There are neighborhood dogs, but they are extremely dirty but very friendly. Thanks mom, I needed this. Since I don’t know what God is calling me to, but I know that she’ll be wherever I go next.
She is waiting for you…and ripping up TP…and we all know who is doing the liter box…
xo