The first time I met Snooty Kitty was when Marmot and I were dating. I was at his apartment sitting on the couch, and she jumped up on the arm of the couch. I reached out to pet her, and she rubbed her head on my hand like she liked it….and then bit me. Marmot pushed her off the couch, so she then sat six feet away and stared at me for two hours. It was only the beginning.

Since moving in with me, Snooty Kitty has gone out of her way to make me miserable at all costs. She chases me, running at me from under the coffee table. She would claw my ankles from underneath the chair covers in the dining room. Everytime I walk through a room, if she’s there she’ll hiss at me. She would wait until I would notice her across the room, and shred the rug with her claws and run. If anything of mine was left unattended (pretty much anything in my room) it got peed on. She hisses at any of my friends or anyone related to me.

And the truly diabolical part? When Marmot is home, she’s my best friend. She curls up next to me and purrs, and acts so sweet. She loves Marmot’s family.

Marmot doesn’t believe me that she’s so rotten when he’s not home. I’m considering a video camera.

When she peed on my $500 Coach purse, I told Marmot to never ever think that because I love him so much I wouldn’t kill his cat. With my bare hands.

He says she’s mischevious. I say she’s possessed. What do you think?