So we got rid of the Hell Cat. We adopted a cat from the local animal shelter. He was the most interactive of the bunch - playful, friendly, cute... We fell in love.
And after the first week he... turned. He started attacking us, and not in the playful, funny way. More like the unprovoked and painful way. He didn't care if it was us or our guests.
And the meowing. Oh, the meowing. Early on we discovered we couldn't let him sleep in our room at night because no matter how much we wore him out playing in the evening, he stayed up getting into mischief. That was fine; it just meant he needed to sleep in the living room. At 4:00 am, like clockwork, he'd come to our closed door and cry. Loudly. The only thing that would shut him up was if we let him come in for a morning cuddle. It would have been much cuter had it been closer to daybreak.
As it was, though, we had a spastic attack-kitty that kept us up at nights. We tried. We really did. But it was time. I took him back to the shelter on my day off (Wednesday).
I've been checking out CraigsList. If we end up adopting another cat, I want it to come from an individual, not a shelter. That way I have someone to answer my questions about personality and temperment.
I feel terrible, but what's a girl to do? It was an unlivable situation.
Anyway, I just needed to vent. Thanks for listening.
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