Aunt Suzy is outside my home office window right now. She’s meowing her freaking head off. I’ve tried to write four different columns today and have failed miserably. The reason I am so miserably failing at column-writing is because I can not concentrate and the reason I can’t concentrate because Aunt Suzy is outside my office window meowing her freaking head off.
For those of you who don’t know the ongoing saga of Piss Cat, as we not-so-lovingly refer to her, here you go: Aunt Suzy is my cat from before I got married. She is half Siamese-half spawn of Satan and has been urinating throughout our household for some time now. In the last year, it had gotten really bad. She pissed on the couch, she pissed on the recliner, she pissed on the rugs, she pissed on the flooring, she pissed in our shoes, she pissed on the bed and every once in a while, while we slept, she pissed on us. It’s been an oppressive existence and we’ve been enduring the tyrant’s rain of terror for about 4 years now.
