ZIP ZAP ZAROO

Hello... My name is Zipper

Yes this is a male cat.... dressed in baby girl clothes
Doesn't he look pissed?
Rad

Its silly but true. I cried for a week after choosing to have our cat put down after he bit Layla... again. For the third time he left scars on her arm and when I took him to the vet, there was also the dilemma of having a gigantic infection surgically treated on his arm. Makes sense now why he was cranky enough to bite her. He was defending the little bit of peaceful territory left in this house, all the wile feeling ill. So for two hours I sobbed in the vets office until finally a decision was made. I know, stupid.

Zipper wasn't my favorite. In fact most people think I hated him. Sometimes I did. But he was a sweet cat who let me nurture him when I had nothing else to nurture. I wanted to be a mom but I couldn't have  a child or a dog... so I got the next best thing. He was 7. It sucked.

Crazy enough, I miss him. 

I miss him sleeping in the sink right after I cleaned the kitchen.

 I miss him swiping food right off the fork before I eat my dinner. 

His claws digging into my skin in the morning when he wanted me to wake up. 

His nasty rank breath that I could smell in the other room when he licked himself.

 His total intollerance to being pet, thus me being bitten on a regular basis. 

I miss him attacking my feet when I least expected it and the only escape was to kick him out the back door.

 I miss him disgustingly grinding his teeth all day. 

His dirty footprints left in the tub because that was the only place he'd drink.

 Chunks of food on the floor of the laundry room because his teeth were so foul that he could barely eat. 

I miss him shredding our furniture to pieces with his large talons. 

I miss hearing him fight with other cats across the street. 

I miss his foot prints all over the hood of my freshly waxed car. 

I miss setting mouse traps in Layla's bassinet because he refused to understand that it was not a place for him to sleep.

(not while she was in it people... don't get your bra in a twist)

I miss him knocking expensive things off the shelf.

I miss stepping in his throw-up in the middle of the night when I'd feed the baby.

Gosh... so much to miss. 

I think I'll go get another cat tomorrow. 

Or

Maybe I'll stick with kids and dogs from now on. 

Miss you Zip. 

Really I do. 

Really.

RIP
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