What do you think happened to this cat to get it so freaking mad? I bet if Chip could get her paws on weapons of mass destruction, she would do the exact thing... probably aiming right at me. Some days, she is tolerable. We lay in the sun together by the patio door snoozing. Other times she lays on one end of the couch and I lay on the other. Today...watch out. She is hissing and spitting like shes demon possessed. Just a second ago she took a swipe at Snickers (he happens to out weigh her by a good 60 pounds.) Not a very well thought out move on her part. Now shes sulking somewhere plotting her revenge.
