A few months ago my cat Tiamat died. I wasn't blogging at the time, so I didn't get around to writing a post about it. I guess now that I'm sort of back, I should take the time to gloat.
For fifteen years this cat and I had been locked in an interminable struggle. She was mean, violent, and completely unpredictable. Among her many weapons were sharp claws, vicious teeth, and an inexhaustible supply of allergy-inducing fur. These she deployed without regard for humanitarian concerns or the laws of land warfare.
Secure, as I now am, in my ultimate victory I can admit that Tiamat was a worthy adversary. I hope she is getting to fulfill all her aggressive tendencies in kitty hell.
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Aw, Tiamat. How many nights did you sit on my car, waiting for the right moment to eviscerate me as I tried to open my car?
She lived a tortured existence to be sure. Anybody stuck with the Yin boys as their caretakers is going to turn out a little screwed up. Of course I think Tiamat was still quite malevolent at the core. I wonder what she would've done had she been put with Winston and the other cats at Adam's house. Perhaps we all would've found ourselves smothered one night in a massive strike.
Thank's for the luck! I got the job! I am so excited!!
Maybe if you had traveled more with Tiamat she would have been a more passive, docile kitty? Maybe all she ever wanted was a coupe of trips to Knott's Berry Farm or perhaps Niagra Falls?
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