The Meanest Cat on the Block (meaner than 'ol King Kong)

The title, is of course, sarcastic. I've been doing inventory and taxes for the last couple weeks so I have very noticeable bald spots where my glorious, thick brown hair once grew from my scalp. Glorious? I suppose it's all a matter of opinion. It's more of a tangled mess most of the time.

Shawn's cat is getting bigger and meaner. He's been rough housing her so she'll be a good mouser and can also defend herself while living outdoors as soon as it's time. Please let it be soon, please let it be soon!

I have this image in my head of the possible futures involving this cat. I imagine one day I'll be in the living room and hear a child screaming from the street as he walks home from school. I peak through the window and see our cat with all four feet wrapped around the child's face as the kid frantically runs down the sidewalk.

I imagine the cat attacking vehicles as they drive past our house. The motorists will never see it coming. Running to 7-11 for a Slurpee and out of no where a giant Calico cat leaps from the bush and lands on the hood making one of those cat noises that sounds like a baby crying.

The mailman will never be safe again.

Oh, and we finally named the cat. When I refer to the cat to Shawn, I call her, Your Cat. Shawn calls her The Kitten.

Though due to the fact that he's been overfeeding her and making her mean, we're gonna have to eventually change her name to either Tubby or Bruno.