Recently I obtained a cat.  This was a cat that I was lead to believe to be a very small kitten.  He ended up being a very nearly full grown cat, complete with a rather nasty habit of biting all the freaking time.  This what happens when you get a pet sight unseen from a friend of a coworker.  They didn’t even know what gender he was until the day I picked him up.  Which is strange because anyone looking at the back end of that cat can quite obviously see he’s a male.

He is extremely hard to handle.  And I’m rather good at handling cats.  He can sweet as can be and likes to cuddle at times.  It’d be nice except for the fact that once he’s nestled in your lap, he will start biting the ever-loving shit out of you.

Anyway, apparently the original owner is going to take him back this weekend, barring a sudden 180° in his demeanor.  I do feel sad about it, because I have actually gotten attached to him.  Even though I can’t sleep when he’s around – due to the fact that he’s attack any exposed body parts with claws- he’s still a good kitty in a lot of respects.  We’ve spent a lot of time together so I am going to miss him.