Husband and cat missing. Reward for cat . . . .

Well not really . . . I have officially become one of "those people". I have always put my pets above all else. Including people. Cooper has always been the king of my palace and has been able to live a life of leisure whether that be lying on the couch, bed, dining room table (OK maybe not that far). I use to shake my head in amazement at the people who have a child and out goes the family pet for re-sale (excluding my couple of friends that issues with growling or even worse biting .. . that is 100% understandable) or those people who gave away their pet because their new husband/wife didn't like them, excuse me wasn't the pet around first? Plus, I think people that can be mean to pets have sociopathic tendencies. Well apparently I married a sociopath. While I love him . . . Jeff has the crazy hatred towards small animals.

It is beyond me . . anyway . . . he had for a while now clearly stated his dislike of my cat Mackie that I have had since I was 16. Mackie being on to Jeff's nasty nature took it upon himself to establish a clear line in the sand with Jeff by starting to pee on anything Jeff on the floor! While this pleased me greatly that the cat was smart enough to say" you don't like me . . . fine . . . try and get the smell out of this". I mean I could literally leave a pile of laundry that was all mine and then 1 shirt of Jeff's and the cat would pee on that! HILAR! Anyway . . . the battle over Mackie was becoming exhausting and Jeff was demanding it live outside which to me is unacceptable. His plan was to launch an overnight mission to Annapolis and leave it on my dad's doorstep. However, our dog sitter who lives in the country and has 6 cats and 7 dogs offered to take Mackie. so I am officially one of "those people" who gives away a pet to make another person happy. So Tuesday was a really hard day for me . . . Mackie didn't even look back . . . I think he was really over Jeff. At least I know he is only 20 minutes away and with a really good family. I can visit him anytime I want and sleep better knowing he is inside and warm.

Raz on the other hand might be up for sale soon since yesterday I was minding my own business feeding Gracie and I see him pounce on something . . . she comes out of the bushes with a squirrel. I scream and run outside (barefoot and lets not forget I was feeding . . . so the top region was out for all to see, I kid you not). He drags into the bushes and I run back inside to get a glass of water. I go back out and he standing over it and the little squirrel is bleeding and in shock. He blinks his eyelids at me . . . enter the tears, I hurl the full glass of water at RAZ to try and get her to give it up but she moves and I basically just hit the poor innocent squirrel dying with a glass full of water. No it is looking at me, blinking, and wet. (Apparently, my friends are sociopaths too because when they heard this story they were all laughing!) I run back inside and call Jeff to ask him how i can pick it up because I am going to take it to the vet. Jeff tells me I will be signing divorce papers if I spent hundreds of dollars to save a "rat with a bushy tail". So, I tell him he has to come right home to "finish it off" because I don't want it suffering. Apparently, his squadron also hates animals because they won't cancel a flight to allow this. HA! So he tells me to let the cat finish it off so it doesn't suffer. I go back in crying and sit on the couch to finish feeding Gracie (who was screaming the whole time because I ripped her from her feeding) and watch from the corner of me eye as Raz, the murderer, finishes Mr. Squirrel off. Remind me again why I love cats??