My cat is not long for this world.
The cat is old, and smells bad, and vomits on things. That alone bodes ill for him, since I'm going out of town for a week and my husband knows the location of the no-kill shelter. But Bill's taking a more strategic tack. Instead of outright killing the cat - a frequent temptation - he's setting traps to aggravate the cat. Is he trying to make the cat have a heart attack? Raise its blood pressure? It's a mystery. All I know is, this morning I woke up to find the kitchen swathed in clear plastic tape. The tape was laid all around the counters and sink, sticky side up. One strand was balled up on the wall next to the counter. There were several yellow sticky notes placed near the tape, lettered clearly and succinctly, as if displayed for a criminal trial. They read:
- Exhibit A (points to paw mark in tape) Please leave tape here
- Exhibit B (near balled-up tape) This piece of tape was flat on the counter originally
- Exhibit C: (this one's my own) Husband has lost mind.