When I say I hate her, I am understating the issue. I despise the very core of her being. My husband thinks the sun shines out of her. She has been the bane of my existence for 14 years and I am hoping that her days are numbered. Every time my husband travels (very frequently) she craps on our bed. He is in Dallas tonight and she crapped on the bed and when I found her and grabbed her she bit me. Not just a little bite, but 2 bandaids because the first one had so much blood bite. Is their any advice anyone can give to make it possible for me to deal with this thing until she dies? I think a lot of my problem with her is that my husband is so weird about her. He is so devoted to her that it makes him blind to how evil she it. Our son (6 years old) can't even pet her without hubby saying "be gentle" or "don't scare her" - he coddles her to the point where it's sickening. This cat-monster is also a retaliation puker and will vomit almost on cue if she is reprimanded (I have light beige carpet, so you can imagine how much I love this aspect of her "personality"). Do I just wait it out until she is pushing up daisies or is there a way of dealing with her? 14 is old for a cat, isn't it?
On a separate note, is Neosporin enough for a cat bite?
On a separate note, is Neosporin enough for a cat bite?
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