Call the SPCA

...or Things I do to the Little Creatures at home

Ok, so I cry over dead ones in the road, but that doesn't stop me from tormenting the cats in the house.

We have two cats in the house: My sweet little princess, Kira; and J's evil vindictive one, Maggie.

Kira is a relatively friendly cat. She loves to cuddle for a bit, and then goes along on her merry way. I don't have to spend money on expensive toys. She's fairly faithful to her little scratchy thing that B & K gave her and her bed(s) which she will not go far from.

Maggie, on the other hand, needs to destroy or kill things. She likes to attack her tail, feet, socks, pet mice, scratching pad, and carpet. She's even taken to peeing on the new carpet in one spot where we have now had to replace the padding, use killz on the subfloor, and steamclean the hell out of it. She has kept this confined to the area under the piano, so we are now taking measures to keep her out from under there. To faciliate this, we got this in the mail today.

I wish I had a camera that I could hide somewhere to catch her when she makes her first attempt to walk into that general facility. So far it has only managed to go off at J and I. Though, I have to admit, it doesn't seem to work on J...he has gone back there since he first triggered it. ;-)

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