1 cat named Lola.
She peed in the closet. on my boots. I mentally went through all the steps involved in getting out the shotgun, loading it, finding a suitable location to place the cat where neighbors wouldn’t hear, and shooting her full of shot. PETA would sooooo not approve.
I now have no sympathy for her despite her daily demonstrations of fealty to Violet who demands no less than complete submission in her self-appointed role as High Queen of the Kitties.
maybe not the shotgun…maybe poison. that way I could tan the pelt.