I picked PC up this morning and brought him home. First thing, we let him out of his carrier and Merlin and QC tried to sniff his nether regions. PC slapped them both. Merlin hissed at him and swatted back. QC pushed him away from the carrier and crawled in instead. Tanada and Berfert looked in then left the room.

PC glares at me every time he looks in my direction. His eyes narrow and you can see what he's thinking. I think my life is in danger from the cat. He's calculating ways to get me. I don't think a simple hair ball will satisfy him. I suspect that I'll be donating blood at the very least. There is no innocence in PC's glare. He is determined that I am going to pay for what I did. I think that queasiness over the procedure wasn't the reason that Rob and the boys refused to help me. I suspect that they figured out that PC is a vindictive bugger and would go after anyone who helped in his indignity. I am terrified of an 8 lb bundle of fur with 18 claws and a bad attitude.

I think I'll move into the van for a few days.

Copyright © Pam Shirk
August 22, 2001