  Thats it; Im getting a new cat tomorrow. A nice cat. A cat that doesnt scar me on his way to freedom after trying to pet the stupid thing. Its just a rat with a cuter outfit. Why I spend this much time and money into nurturing something thats hard wired to hate being indoors and domestic is suddenly coming clear  I do it out of obligation. I adopted a mysterious child from the pound.
And this sucker is too much for me. Ive had Vato for four months, and still he tries to maim me when I try to pet him. So I let him out again tonight. But this time, instead of coaxing him back inside after 30 seconds this time, I shut the door and turned on the patio light. If he wants to come back for the food, hes welcome. Otherwise, I have no cat.
Think Im heartless? Im not. I still want him as my kitty. But hes mean. Hes mean, and I want a nice cat. A mushy, fun, loving cat.
I try to hold him, I try to just play with him and I end up bleeding. Every fucking time!! Ill go to the pound tomorrow and inquire. I wont let them kill Vato. He was on cue to die at the end of September. Too sad.
Let him fight for himself. Ill let him be my outdoor/indoor cat. Ill keep feeding him and whatnot. But hes no longer the master of my domain. He has his claws. Long ones at that; I never cut his.
God, I have this new slash across my pale chest from his last blow-up. His eyes all blackened and roaming like a spooked horse. I was glad to let him out tonight. Go ahead. Tell me Im heartless. Hes been raised to be a snot.
Theres a reason why his last owners gave him up to a shelter. 
