the verdict is in

psychotic kitty is out. housemate dina returned from california and perhaps through her airplane-induced exhaustion tried to love kitty too hard. it responded by chomping down on her arm. and whoa blood! blood geysering, blood pole vaulting, blood that could have participated in the olympics. lucky thing we had two first aid kits and a law student in the house.

dina's fine now, just shaken & bandaged up. she's been looking into where the kitty can go now. she doesn't want it put to sleep, which would be the inevitable result if it were dropped off a shelter at this age with its habits. apparently though she's happened upon a cat lady in the area, i imagine an old british boarding skool matron, who sez sternly that she knows how to handle biters and could teach dina if dina were interested. trouble is, of course, that dina, like ben and i, is going to be insanely busy this fall; none of us have time or energy to train a worthless cat into a merely mediocre one.

cat lady's going to come sniff around. i hope she brings a riding crop. meanwhile, i'm going to accompany dina to cat lady's house, because the flipside of cat lady taking psychotic kitty is that we have to adopt one of cat lady's cats. supposedly several of them have no violent histories at all and that is what i'm hoping for. i mean, sheisse. life is complicated enough without a drama queen with fangs for a pet.