14-006
Stop Animal
Cruelty
I have always opposed animal cruelty,
that’s why I’m compelled to turn our cat, Claus over to the authorities. He may
look like an adorable stuffed animal. He'll snuggle up to you, purr, and even
lick your hand. But this is all a façade, behind those saucer-sized eyes, lurks
a cruel fiend— a feline Moriarty.
I proffer the following three counts. Be
wary of his numerous tricks and lies. We’ve learned the hard way, he is capable
of almost anything.
#1 Litter Box Malfeasance: Claus fancies
himself an indoor cat. He apparently believes that he is “too delicate” to do
his business out-of-doors. With his highly inflated self- esteem, he apparently
holds it all in, until we let him back into the house. When he was younger we
kept his litter box in the bathroom tub. After we moved the box he seemed to
think the drain was good enough so now we have to keep that bathroom door
closed. His litter box is now upstairs on a vinyl tablecloth to catch any stray
litter. Always devious, he has taken to throwing a few pawfuls of litter onto
the tablecloth to rationalize using it, rather than squeezing uncomfortably
into his box. He is the devil incarnate.
#2: Attempted Manslaughter: Being
narcissistic, Claus insists on always going first. He runs ahead of us when we
come home from work. He pushes his way forward when we open the basement door.
I don’t know why he is so keen on getting down there. He can sneak into the
basement any time he pleases, using his secret evil Ninja powers. He is constantly
underfoot in the kitchen, hoping to trip someone carrying a hot pan. Worse of
all, he has taken to jumping ahead of me whenever I go down the stairs. He
entwines himself between my legs. He is fiendishly clever and doesn’t do it
every time. So now I worry, even when he isn’t even there. Like in a game of
chess, the anticipation is worse than the move. I’ve lost all confidence in
navigating the steps. It is a deadly psychological game of cat and what he sees
as a very large mouse.
#3 Extortion: Claus realizes I’m on to
him, so he has been playing it cagey, pretending to be sweet, but he’s not
fooling anyone. The other day I was gingerly coming down the stairs when I
almost stepped on a dead mouse, carefully positioned on the bottom step. The
rodent can mean only one of three things. 1. It was an attempt to scare me to
death, which almost succeeded. 2. It was a threat, like that horse’s head, the
gangsters put in the guy’s bed in the Godfather. or 3. It was Claus’ cynical
attempt to bribe me into silence.
Final Note: If my body is found lying at
the bottom of the stairs before Claus is prosecuted, make sure the police look
for gray cat fur on my pants-- about shin high.