Minding One's Beeswax

The cat is dead to me. We spent a good fourteen-year run together, but it's come down to a showdown between her, and Kane. And Kane wins. Sh'es just getting aggressive, not yet with him, but any minute now, something horrible and irreversible will transpire, and I will have to show my son what it means to be temporarily insane when one is so furious that violence is seemingly the only option. And I don't want to show my son that, because I already made him cry by showing just a little violence to the cat by throwing her out yesterday. I also freaked out the neighbor kid, who witnessed this kicking-out-of-cat last night, when he came by to give me a Gymboree coupon for Kane. I am sure a rumor is circulating aroundthe neighborhood that I am unstable. But at least I won't be asked to pet sit. Okay, well, there is the pissing on Kane's toys. And the carpet. And this has been going on for three-and-a-half months, with more and more frequent incidents. I have been infinitely patient, cleaning it all up even though the smell makes me gag, and I have thrown out toys, because when it happens on plushie things, that's just never going to be fixed. Hell, when it happens on hard plastic things, I also throw it out, because the idea of K, who is still in his oral phase - ah, you get th idea ... We just won't traipse into that territory. Then there is the increased frequency of hissing at Kane. It used to be only when the baby - who thought he was petting the kittie - would grab her fur. Okay, I could understand registering protest on that. But now she's doing it just when he comes into a room with her in it. Not acceptable. You know, I'm sorry only that she feels like Kane intruded on her space. But he is my son, and she is a cat. She should've seen the odds against her and worked toward some kind of compromise in her little walnut-sized brain. But she didn't. So now, Jaynet, a mother-in-law who is sent from up above or something, has agreed to house her. Thank you, Jaynet, because I was going to tie a steak around Beeswax's neck and let the raccoons have at it. Which may not have been a good lesson to teach Kane. So, disaster averted.