This will likely be deleted before too long, but it initially seemed like one of those too-funny-to-be-true BS ads:
http://portland.craigslist.org/mlt/pet/1887485653.html
I say "initially", because about half way through, I remembered that we'd gone through most of this shit with one of my wife's cats for a few years. He was only slightly less of a demon. Between her apartment, and our Oregon City home, he managed to do a few thousand dollars worth of damage to the carpets and flooring, and I've got scars to prove how aggressive he could be.
He was one of those cats that would come lay on your lap, purring, rubbing on you. You'd pet him, he's loving it, then MOTHER-FUCKING-WHAM!!!! He's on his back, all four of his teeth embedded in your hand, front claws hanging on. And the rear claws tearing in to your forearm, side, or whatever he could gain traction on. I've never wanted to kill a living creature so bad in my life. He triggered my "fight" instinct on more than one occasion, where my kneejerk reaction was to try and choke him out or snap his neck. I caught myself, of course, and would force myself to deal with the pain, trying to scare him off. I actually forced my fingers or hand further in to his mouth many times, just to get him to gag and release me. Many times, this just resulted in him choking for a second, only to reattach himself in a flash. I'd try and grab the nearest object to place between him and I, he seriously didn't care what he was attacking at that point. He walked tables, nightstands, and counters more than anything else - knocking everything down as he jumped from one area to another. He terrorized her other cat to the point that you rarely ever saw her. She's the sweet one, and now that the bad cat is gone, she even plays with the dog. But several years later, she's still a bit timid from all the harrassment.
Back to the bad cat - he pissed in the dining room - but oddly enough, his pee didn't smell. We only found this out after the maintenance dude pulled the carpet up during my wife's final inspection at her apartment. The entire 8x8 nook - not just the corners - the ENTIRE area was one huge piss stain. The apartment was only 1.5 years old, so there was no denying it was her cat. He ripped up nearly every corner in the place, as well as almost every entryway. If a door was closed, he'd try and dig his way under.
I ended up with scratches across my face on more than one occassion after he bolted over the bed in the middle of the night. Throw him out and shut the door, he'd just dig under the door. Man, and so much more!
http://portland.craigslist.org/mlt/pet/1887485653.html
I say "initially", because about half way through, I remembered that we'd gone through most of this shit with one of my wife's cats for a few years. He was only slightly less of a demon. Between her apartment, and our Oregon City home, he managed to do a few thousand dollars worth of damage to the carpets and flooring, and I've got scars to prove how aggressive he could be.
He was one of those cats that would come lay on your lap, purring, rubbing on you. You'd pet him, he's loving it, then MOTHER-FUCKING-WHAM!!!! He's on his back, all four of his teeth embedded in your hand, front claws hanging on. And the rear claws tearing in to your forearm, side, or whatever he could gain traction on. I've never wanted to kill a living creature so bad in my life. He triggered my "fight" instinct on more than one occasion, where my kneejerk reaction was to try and choke him out or snap his neck. I caught myself, of course, and would force myself to deal with the pain, trying to scare him off. I actually forced my fingers or hand further in to his mouth many times, just to get him to gag and release me. Many times, this just resulted in him choking for a second, only to reattach himself in a flash. I'd try and grab the nearest object to place between him and I, he seriously didn't care what he was attacking at that point. He walked tables, nightstands, and counters more than anything else - knocking everything down as he jumped from one area to another. He terrorized her other cat to the point that you rarely ever saw her. She's the sweet one, and now that the bad cat is gone, she even plays with the dog. But several years later, she's still a bit timid from all the harrassment.
Back to the bad cat - he pissed in the dining room - but oddly enough, his pee didn't smell. We only found this out after the maintenance dude pulled the carpet up during my wife's final inspection at her apartment. The entire 8x8 nook - not just the corners - the ENTIRE area was one huge piss stain. The apartment was only 1.5 years old, so there was no denying it was her cat. He ripped up nearly every corner in the place, as well as almost every entryway. If a door was closed, he'd try and dig his way under.
I ended up with scratches across my face on more than one occassion after he bolted over the bed in the middle of the night. Throw him out and shut the door, he'd just dig under the door. Man, and so much more!
