The rotten little gray cat was the most vicious animal I had ever met. For some reason, Chelsea loved him from the minute we went to adopt him from the animal shelter. Even the care takers warned us about him. He bit, he clawed, he wouldn't use a littler box the right way, they told us.
I was against it, and tried to push for one of the sweeter looking cats on the other end of the room, but Chelsea knew what she wanted.