The end is near.

And thank God it is. So, we have this kitten in our house that's a present for my mother in law. And as you're all aware, IMO kittens are the cutest of the baby animals. However cute this kitten is, I cannot wait to get in the car tonight, drive to Klamath and dump the little bastard. Hopefully she'll be surprised. But at this point I could care less if she is or not.

Why do I have such a negative attitude towards something as cute as a kitten? BECAUSE I AM FUCKING TIRED OF WASHING OUR BEDDING AND WASHING CAT SHIT OFF OF HIS ASS. I told myself not give him a name, but he got one anyways, Mr. Hanky. Is he deserving of the name? You bet your sweet ass he is. The second night I get home from a long day at work, this sweet, little, purr-ball greets me and then shows me how he can wipe poo marks all over the carpet. Every where he steps is another swipe of cat shit that's so reminiscent of South Park it's not even funny, unless of course you're watching it on TV and could really give a piss that poor fucker's carpets are getting nice little skid marks on them.

Mr. Hanky is also very good at pissing on the bed. I have never washed more laundry in one week as I did last week. And it's not like all my clothes are clean; I've been washing our sheets over and over and over again! Every fucking time we lay down clean bedding that little hairy mother fucker pisses on them. Everytime. He even does it when we're in the damn room! I know he's doing it to make it smell familiar to him. I know he's just a little baby kitten trying to make do without his mom and sisters. BUT I AM SO FUCKING TIRED OF WASHING OUR BEDDING!!! It's good damn thing he's so fucking cute.

So, without a heavy heart, we're done with the little cat tonight. Two week of this shit, at times quite literally, has been enough. And I hope my mother in law loves him bunches because he's going to probably do the same damn things to her.

Adios, Senor Hanky.