Ding Dong! The Witch is Dead!

Zada, my beloved/hated cunt of a cat is gone. No, she's not dead. H2 finally took her with him to D.C. today. I loaded her up on kitty downers (prescribed of course), picked up H2 and dropped them off at the airport. I will miss that damn cat. For simplicities sake I've made a list of what I won't miss:

• The plastic tarp on my couch to keep her from peeing on it
• The peeing on my bed phase
• The peeing in the dining room phase
• The many, many dead/dying small animals that she brought into my house
• The copious amounts of vomit/bile/fur that she would throw up in my son's room
• The "butt funk" (please don't ask)
• The destruction of my duvet cover
  
• The bitchy way she treated my beloved Dude (see pic)

I found her under a truck in a parking lot of a grocery store that used to be named "Lucky's". Her name means "lucky" because she's lucky I brought her tiny, dirty ass home and took care of her. She was estimated to be 8 weeks old when I brought her to the vet, and she just turned 4 years old this summer. Goodbye Zada. I will miss you, but I'm so damn happy that you're gone. As a tribute, here are a couple of Zada pictures. The gray and white cat getting his ass beaten is my Dude. He's a pacifist.














A. Zada kisses Dude goodbye.

B. Zada kicks his ass once last time for luck.

C. Both cats enjoying catnip.

Zada with pupils blown all to hell. I tried out the kitty "downers" before the flight to see how she would react and what dosage was needed. She was one stoned kitty cat. H3.2 found her hiding under his bed and brought her into the living room and dropped her on the floor. When I say "dropped" please don't be confused with dropping an average cat 2 feet onto the floor, in which case said cat would land on all fours and spring into action. In this case, H3.2 forget how fucked up Zada was and "dropped" is more akin to dropping a 13 pound rock onto the floor. Oops. I don't think he meant it.

Goodbye dearest Zadacunt. I hope you enjoy H2 more than I did.