Oh yes. Lucy could really pull a bender on you...weeks of destruction and havoc. Waiting for you to go to sleep before running wildly through the house and meowing. Letting you chase her into the dark because at least you would be unhappy with her. And occasionally attacking you while in deep sleep.
She would warn you like a shark does by bumping your feet as you float on the crest. Except Lucy would run across your body over the covers full tilt so there wouldn't be a mistake in her request or angst.
I some nights I would have to put Lucy in a carrier just to keep her from terrorizing us. And some nights we just let it go.
Finally, we moved out to the coutry side where Lucy was free to stay outside. And very little did we let her in. Since she had started to corrupt the new cats we had gotten to try an equalize our household. Fearless Lucy still kept it unreal for our day to days. I remember our neighbor coming over one time with two big ass barking dogs and wanted to go for a walk. He stood in the entryway with the dogs and Lucy came runnning through the house and confronted the slobbering beasts. They pulled at their chains and barked like mad. Lucy got even closer to them and proceeded to take swips at their face. No one could believe it. Not even the dogs.
Lucy started to single her opressors out. When I would do something to her in any way punishing she would get retribution on my person. Her first foray into smart bombing came when i started spraying her with a water bottle to stop heinous activities like attacking guests or tearing up furniture. She went into my clothes hamper and pissed all over my clothes...not Dawn's..mine.
And then one night I had to lock her in the spare bedroom as she was getting out of hand. Throughout the night I could hear her mournful meows...and in the morning i let her out. running through the house and bitching about everything as she made her rounds. A few minutes later I went into the spare bedroom and looked at my art tablet with all my sketches on the desk. The paper was all curled and the most foul odor emminated from the paper. It was yellowed...ah yes, she had pissed on my artwork.
Touche!
We decided to try and get rid of her as soon as possible and put an ad in the paper. People would call and never come over once they heard her age. Then one day a mother and her daughter came by to visit Lucy and see what she was all about. They sat on the floor and the little girl held out her hand to a curious and somewhat friendly Lucy. We were standing over them watching with surprise and delight as the minutes whittled away and Lucy started loving on the little girl. In her lap Lucy purred and rubbed. Sweet as a peach.
The mom looked at us as if we had provided the answer to Christmas. All was well with the world. The little girl leaned down to kiss Lucy in her upturned face. Lucy sweetly and quickly bite the living shit out of her cheek. The little girl screamed and jumped up with a little blood coming from the puncture wound.
Lucy had foiled our plans! She knew what they had come for...and she knew how to make it stick that we weren't rid of her yet.
That bitch ass cat!
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