The cat must DIE!

Monday morning at 1 AM my wife and I were still waiting to see the Dr at our local hospital while I held a piece of gauze over my eye. A few hour earlier, I had been fighting with the cat, PURRSEY, waiting for my wife to come to bed and watching TV. When she came to bed, she threw her pillow on the bed which hit and scared the cat, which meowed and jumped and buried his paw in my right eye with claws extended, necessitating a trip to the emergency room. Eventually the Doc declared I would live and put salve in my eye and sent me home. It has not been a pleasant injury, what with three times a day salve administrations and a constant headache. I kick at the cat every time he goes by but I can only see out of one eye so I always miss, damn. Last night we were at the kitchen bar, again watching TV and the cat came by and decided he wanted up on my lap and chose to climb up instead of jump. Not a good choice because I was wearing shorts. I hollered and nailed the cat with my other foot and he went flying. I surveyed the damage and noticed copious amounts of blood running down my leg and made up my mind that the cat must die.

This morning I took a shower and almost cried as the water hit the claw marks on my leg. I was brushing my teeth, when in came Purrsey. He jumped up on the edge of the tub and then down into the bottom catching the drops as they came from the faucet. Cute!…………… even more cute would be turning the shower on as I closed the curtains, right? I surveyed the project and carefully considered the fact that the shower curtains would be strips and I could personally get hurt in the escape. How can I tell the wife that it wasn’t my fault? I could say, ”but honey I didn’t see the cat in the tub when I turned the water on to ‘clean the tub’!” Naa. That was the best I could come up with and so I made the decision to let the cat live one more day.