Veruca

i'd like to take this moment to introduce to my cat.

her name is ...i'm sorry, i am a bit embarrassed, but her name is Veruca. i call her "V" for short. she is a feisty little creature who i rescued from an abandonment well over a year ago. in all honesty it hasn't always been the greatest relationship between the two of us. fighting fleas, ear mites and nasty claws and teeth. but i'm happy to say she's healthy and my apartment, although a bit tore up, is flea free.

i will admit she can be a sweetie at times, but in the time it takes you to think, "what a nice feline", she spins her head and starts to chew on that which pets her so lovingly. yes, pens and other random small objects disappear from time to time never to return. and yes, her scratching post had been torn to ribbons. this girl keeps her claws as sharp as needles. she has managed to rip up posters that hang on the wall, knocked out a window, spilled everything from water to soup, and almost lite herself on fire. Veruca is a menace, pure and simple.

and even though my good sense pleas with me to get rid of her, i could never get rid of this kid. why? because of things like this:

an old box that had a few books sent form home arrived. i took out the books and then procrastinated to take the box out to the trash; thus, veruca made it her new bed. and i would like to say that i put her like that, but i did not. that is actually the way she sleeps at times.

now i'm not saying my cat is better than yours, or that my cat is sooo smart or sooo special. in fact quite the contrary. i think my cat is a just an average retard with an attitude problem, and i love her.