End of Terror

Muska, aka Terror Kitty, is the bane of my life!
It is extremely hard not cursing when even mentioning that creature!

She cameinto our lives when I took my Grandmother home after a paerty to celebrate Sasha's 13th birthday.
In a driving rainstorm, I got out of my car to walk Grandmother to her apartment.
Over the sound of the driving rain was this sorrowful mewing of  a kitten.
It took us a while to locate where the sound was coming from, behind a tire of a car.

This little tea cup size kitten was so young it was lucky to have its eyes open!
Ver small, very frail and shaking uncontrolably!
I was pretty sure it was not going to survive .....

Tjhe vet pronounced the kitten healtth,
about five months old,
What is there to say?
The kids voted to keep her!

Later they admitted that the real draw of the cat was that she was an orphan like them.

So across the 17 years we have now had her,
she has developed a few bad habits.
Any closed house door brings howls of rage!
If you do not open that door now, she will hunt you down!
If her food dish gets below 10% full, God help you!
Forget to clean her cat box, and be prepared to wash you bed well that night!
So very outspoken and vindictive!

So by the end of this past weekend,
I had had it with her and her behavior!

And she went off on mr - again!
But I had had it!
She is screaming at me in cat
And I am trying to figure out what on heck she wants!
She had plenty of everything.

Then she hops up into the tub and starte to demand "wild water".
But bending over that low is all but impossible for me!
Then she gets nasty about it!

And that was it!
No more!

I grabbed her by the scruff of her neck,
and meowed nastily in her face as I cared her to her water dish.
Then in she went nose first.

I dropped her
And it was a good feeling ...

Amazingly, she has not repeatef her bad behavior
Nor demanded bathtub water!

So, you can teach an old cat new tricks!

:^)