Emily, lovely orange cat who doesn't want to be touched or loved and looked at has now taken, for no reason, to peeing on my big blue chaise, which is just about the last fucking straw that I have with her. Since moving in with me two years ago, she has peed on my laundry, my bath mat, the cat bed, my winter coat, and other stuff that I can't remember at the moment, because I'm too mad to think straight.
So, question, dear friends: do I give up and take her pain-in-the-ass to the pound and be done with her, because the alternative there is for me to shoot her in the head, or do I just *keep* on putting up with her pissing on my belongings on a semi-regular basis?
Answer quickly, friends, because my patience is nearly at an end.
