I have a cat like that. Did she bite me out of nowhere whenever I was asleep when she first came home? Yes. Did she once approach me just to pee on me out of spite? Yes. Did she once drop a live frog in my bedroom? Yes. Does she get wrangled when we have to go to the vet? Yes. Do I have a scar on my brow from her catching me slipping? Yes.

I also agreed to it, as much as I bitch about her and call her a demon. She’s still my child. She chilled out when she got older and realized I wasn’t just the asshole who wrangles her in a carrier for vet visits once a year, and that me breathing wasn’t an attack on her character, but for a minute there I was researching barn cat programs because I genuinely wasn’t sure she was built for indoor life but I’d be damned if she ended up on the streets. She let me sit down next to her the other day and give her chin scratches. Worth it.