I can speak to the truth of this claim. The cat, named Shady, is a vicious bloodbeast from hell.
Her favorite species of prey is the human foot.
You cannot walk past her without her, oh so charmingly, trying to claw your skin off. Forget about it if you’re sitting at the computer with your feet on the floor.
She’ll curl up, sweetly, around your foot, and then bite you as hard as she can.
We’ve tried to train her not to claw and bite, but she’s stupid. If, for instance, you hiss at her (the only way I’ve found to get her to stop), she’ll leave you feet alone for, if you’re lucky, five whole seconds. Then she’ll bite you.
And I don’t support hitting your pets. But damnit, when you’re woken up at four in the morning by a something leaping onto your foot and clawing and biting, or pouncing on your head with claws extended… well… it’s hard not to instinctively swat at the terrorist bloodbeast.
Now, on the topic of her using the floor as her litter box.
The first time she did it was about a month and a half ago, and then it wasn’t really her fault. She was all meowing and we didn’t realize that the door to the room where her litterbox is , was closed. So she had no other choice… She even tried to bury it and didn’t realize that the shag carpet couldn’t be used for such a purpose… she actually looked guilty and sad, so it was ok.
But then.
A couple of days ago, for no reason, at all, with us in the room, she just took a dump on the floor (near where she did last time but not within two feet of the actual spot).
She looked at us with the kitty equivalent of “what? I had to shit.”
This morning I was woken up by my roomie, the super cool nevermore , screaming. When I asked her what was wrong, she said “She did it again!”
Even if she won’t get rid of the cat, I’m considering, um… accidentally… selling her to pirates, for crack.
(I wonder how much crack she’s worth)