JimBowie1958
Old Fogey
- Sep 25, 2011
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Our 19 year old cat is way past his shelf life. And I cut him a lot of slack due to his age. Hell, I sympathize with him in many respects.
He is almost deaf and it is easy to walk up on him and surprise him, and I dont think he can see very well either.
So I forgive him for a whole bunch of things, like his pooping in almost any room he finds the urge in.
Like him knocking things off the shelves just because he still can.
Like pooping on my favorite chairs head rest.
Like chewing up my favorite historical atlas.
Like running outside every chance he gets and hiding and making us spend hours looking for his stupid fur-ball butt.
Like knocking the car keys onto the floor then pushing them under the couch.
Like running into the storage space under the stairs and refusing to come out.
Like not eating his food that has his medicine in it.
Etc, etc, etc, I could go on for many pages on his foibles, but I wont, as I think the point is made.
The continued life of this evil creature is a testament of my love for my wife who adores this little beast.
Until today.
What did he do?
He DESECRATED my Tom Brady Jersey.
I cannot say the details as my rage cannot be contained long enough to type it all out when I try to start.
Yes, he is still breathing for the moment as I assess his sentence.
Possibilities;
Put him in the shower stall and put the cold water on FULL.
Shave him with the electric razor.
Put duct tape on all four of his paws.
Hose him down with garden scent Glade air freshener.
I have not yet decided.
But his sentence will carried out in the morning.
He is almost deaf and it is easy to walk up on him and surprise him, and I dont think he can see very well either.
So I forgive him for a whole bunch of things, like his pooping in almost any room he finds the urge in.
Like him knocking things off the shelves just because he still can.
Like pooping on my favorite chairs head rest.
Like chewing up my favorite historical atlas.
Like running outside every chance he gets and hiding and making us spend hours looking for his stupid fur-ball butt.
Like knocking the car keys onto the floor then pushing them under the couch.
Like running into the storage space under the stairs and refusing to come out.
Like not eating his food that has his medicine in it.
Etc, etc, etc, I could go on for many pages on his foibles, but I wont, as I think the point is made.
The continued life of this evil creature is a testament of my love for my wife who adores this little beast.
Until today.
What did he do?
He DESECRATED my Tom Brady Jersey.
I cannot say the details as my rage cannot be contained long enough to type it all out when I try to start.
Yes, he is still breathing for the moment as I assess his sentence.
Possibilities;
Put him in the shower stall and put the cold water on FULL.
Shave him with the electric razor.
Put duct tape on all four of his paws.
Hose him down with garden scent Glade air freshener.
I have not yet decided.
But his sentence will carried out in the morning.