PROBLEMS...No not that pussy, silly! I'm talking about the one with a pair of hind legs.
After having to put up with the farfetched idea of shaving the fur off my pussy cat, i've decided that the decision would be to cut off his balls. when i mean cut off his balls, i don't mean cut it out literarily with a knife. come on! i'm not that barbaric... i mean getting him spayed again, and making sure they cut off his balls this time, so he won't spray his scent anywhere and feel the need to be in control and do whatever he pleases.
Thus is the plight that brought me to my sudden decision:
Sometimes when he's looking for attention, and he can't get it, he poops outside his litter box and hides. this shit pisses me off. to punish him, i'll put in the bathroom, and let him go sit in his litter box, leaving him and the shit on the floor and the door closed. if i don't do it this way, he won't be able to smell his funk and realize it doesn't belong there. just the same way i have to smell it, he's gotto smell it too. sometimes it works and sometimes not. well this evening he was about to use his litter box and went in his litter box pretending as if he was gonna shit, immediately we looked away, he pooped on the floor and ran. ok no problem. i got really mad at him and locked in the bathroom and let him out an hour later. just almost an hour ago, he creeped into my room, wanting to cuddle. i didn't let em, so he laid on my mouse and pretended as if he doesn't give a damn. i told him to get up, he refused to, threw his face to one end. so you know what i did? i started touching his balls. cuz i knew he hated that. so he got up and started moving up and down, trying to escape and i was still touching him and to my surprise, he has big balls for a cat. i was like, "IMMA CUT THAT SHIT OFF!! THATS WHY YOU THINK YOU CAN RUN SHIT HERE CUZ YOUR BALLS ARE GETTING BIG. IMMA CUT THEM!! KEEY PLAYING, IMMA CUT IT. IF THERES ANYONE THAT SHOULD BE GROWING BALLS, ITS ME DAMNIT!" LMAO...he finally escaped, i told him i'm gonna cut it since its making him think he runs this shit. he was sitting down and staring at me seriously as if he knew what i was talking about. i think he knew. i kept telling him and looking at him in his eyes and he didn't move his head much like he usually does when he's not listening.. i think he sensed it...we'll see how things go from here.

