Cat Rant

I actually don't have enough time at the moment to list every reason I STRONGLY dislike cats, but today's incident has urged me to write a post for therapy's sake.

When I went out to check the mail today, I was greeted by a gory mess on my welcome mat. This isn't the first time this has happened---more like the tenth. Not only were there the remains of a dead bird (several little pools of blood, inner organs, etc.---sorry for the graphic description), but we were left a bonus present by the perpetrator (that's how I know it was a cat). I could feel my own blood start to boil and my blood pressure rise at the thought of having to clean up something so yucky---again. I'm 99.9% sure of the specific cat, but there really isn't anything I can do about it. I'm also embarrassed because I didn't see the "present" until my visiting teachers had come and gone---with their kids.

Arrrgh!!!!

I feel a little better, now.