turns into a monster kitty.
The bath went OK. Not great, but OK. Then I tried to comb him. The little monster was squirming in every direction trying his hardest to rip me to shreds, or at the very least to inflict bodily harm with his teeth. I was snarling right back, glaring at him, and telling him that I "fricking DARED him to try to bite ME again!" (in other words I was getting pretty sick of the little darling's shenanigans). To make a long story short, he accepted my dare. He got me. A big scratch on my arm that hurt! I had to put a band-aid on it and everything.
After doctoring myself up, the little monster curled up in a little ball and proceeded to PURR! The nerve!
Paige came in and started petting the little monster and mentioned that we really need to find a BOY name for him now that we know he is a boy. I said that I thought I was just going to copy the guy in this movie
and call him "Shithead."
I glared at the little monster and shouted, "HEY SHITHEAD!"
Whereupon I heard a sweet little voice from the other room where my son was doing his homework.