dirty pussy

about a year ago i moved into an apartment that had a cat living in it. i had two cats when i was really little and i thought i liked them.
i imagine myself an animal lover. i was sure it would only take a few whistles and a coo to have this cat trained to do my bidding. he would be like a dog, fetching the paper, my slippers... an all around quality companion.
in the end i realized he was like a dog. a dog with rabies, constantly trying to bite and scratch the literal hands that fed him. mr. t, an apt name for such a surly tempered animal, was the most fickle of creatures i've ever met. he enjoyed being pet... until he'd had enough, and then to let you know he would bite you. hard. and not let go.
after an unfortunate turn of events there was nothing left to do but to find another home for mr. t. right now he's being taken care of by some lovely cat ladies, but i'm thinking he will find a new owner fast. and whoever this person is they will need two things, a cat door so he can get outside, and a thick skin... literally you will need a thick skin. his teeth are sharp.
here's to mr. t, the original frenemy.