No more indoor cats for me. I inherited my last one from a relative and the creature has finally shuffled off this mortal coil. I've had this happen with a pile of laundry waiting to go in the washer, with an open cornet case and in a guest closet. God may have put cats on the earth, but the devil infiltrated their heads and infested their urinary tracts.

When I travel, I no longer have to worry about who's going to feed Beelzebub. I don't have cat hair on my clothes and furniture, I have no damage from scratching and I have zero veterinary bills. I don't spend money on cat food and kitty litter. This is a definite improvement in my situation.

By the way, that's a great title for a song...