When Cats Attack...

With cats, it always seems it's a love hate thing.  Probably because cats are either evil or adorable cuties.

Like Bandit and Mischa.  They were so sweet.  Bandit used to cuddle up with you when you were sick, and he'd stay there till you got better.  No eating, not nothing.  He was a little trooper.

Mischa used to jump into bed with you and snuggle right up to your head and start sucking on your ear (now that I think about it, that's UNBELIEVABLY weird).  It was sweet I think, not her way of trying to suck my brains out (yeah I know Grandma, she was just practicing for when she'd kill me and suck the breath out of me.  Grandma hates cats, she thinks they kill babies).

Now Yascha on the other hand.  Well.  She was the bad kind.  Ya-ya (that's what I called her, either that or devil cat) was there when I was a baby.  She was an adorable little orange poof, getting in trouble for climbing up the screen every once in a while, but that was about it.  We used to be a team, she'd snuggle up to my little chubby baby-ness and we'd just nap together, and play together when we woke up (and I don't mean evil children, pull on the cat's tail play).

Then all of a sudden it happened, she went EVIL.  It was a gradual thing, like once we were snacking on some chips (she was full grown by now and I was old enough to walk and eat chips) and I'd feed her some every once in a while.  We were just sitting and chillin' next to each other, two ol' buddies eatin' some snacks when she out of nowhere, leans over and bites my head.  And I don't mean my ear or something.  Like she bit my whole face, her teeth in my forehead and the other ones in my cheek.

Then she let go and just sat there like nothing happened, while I started crying.   How could my baby do that?  Well she got in trouble with the 'rents from that and that was it.

A little bit after that she really started changing, like into that crazy cat your friend has that hisses and growls and such when you even get in the same room (but your friend tries to tell you it's ok when it's really not.  You could die like any second, it's just a ticking time bomb).

She even went evil on my mom.

Every night Ya-ya would sit in this little tree plant type dealio we had in the hallway.  It was in between my parents room and the bathroom.  So every night she'd sit there, out of sight.  My mom, half asleep would shuffle out of her room, to the bathroom, just a  midnight pee.

AAAAAAHHHHHHHH FUCKING CAT SHIT SHIT FUCK OW FUCKING CAT!!! That's what we all woke to when she started screaming.  All because Ya-ya thought it was great entertainment to jump out of the tree and try and catch Mom's ankles, and then rip all the skin off.  She'd just latch her claws on her legs and start ripping and biting, like she was a velociraptor trying to take out an iguanodon (yeah.  that bad).

Then Ya-ya would jump off and dart off, leaving my mom bleeding and kicking at the air.  Mom would pee, and then come back, mumbling about how she would kill the cat.

I don't know why we kept Ya-ya as long as we did before giving her to the humane society.  Maybe it was because some small part of us was hoping she'd still go back to her old, sweet self.  It was like watching your friend go insane, it was pretty bad.  I feel sorry for the poor soul who's going to unknowingly adopt that little kitty killer (unless he didn't pass the adoption test and got put down.  I guess Mom had the last laugh).

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