Okay, I'll go first...

My female cat, Emma (Squeaker to me) is either insane or suffering from a personality disorder...

First of all, she seemed to be a wonderful kitten and we had an older male cat, Meeko, who she loved and they palyed like normal cats...

Then Meeko died and we got another youngish male, Kendall (yes, named after out beloved Kendall here in Mudville) and, well, she would try to play but he played too rough so he became an outdoor cat... Then we got a real kitten, Timmy, who we thought she would bring up right and they would play and she would have fun but...

...no, she became a witch... No, make that a possessed witch... She would egg him on to play and then scream and hiss... So he got booted out, too...

Then we found a little kitten in the road about 3 months ago and we figured that she would take the little guy under her wing and all would be well...

Wrong...

She shreaked the first time she saw him and has been shreaking ever since...

Every morning she goes up to the poor thing, which BTW is called Smokey, and boops him a couple times and then he chases her and then she shreak and screams and hisses at him which, of course...

...he loves and then it's more of the same all day long...

It's gotten so bad that I have had to put her out on the enclosed porch just to escape all the noise....

I mean, the cat it nuts... If she doesn't want to have to shreak and acream and carry on why the heck does she have to go messin' with the boys???

It's gotten so bad that tonight the P-Vine told me to shoot her... Yeah, I know that the P-Vine didn't mean it but this cat is driving out home mad...

Maybe, seein' as the Mudville community has just gotten me straight (pun intended) on the lesbian thing that, other than shooting the cat, that you'd tell me just what a pain yer cat is so I can feel some comfort...

Bobert