What makes Taz so mean?
This is my (and my boyfriend’s) cat TAZ (aka Taz Man, Taz Raz, Taz Meraz). He’s got a few nicknames that make absolutely no sense. Taz is about 1 year old. We rescued him from a cage at the SPCA here in New Glasgow Nova Scotia, despite the warnings from the manager that he was a meankitty. Mean or not, he did not deserve to be in that cold cage. At first, he was cuddly and cute but that all changed. It was a ploy. Now, at 12 pounds and growing, he terrorizes the household and has his way with any loose object he can find. He has torn paint off the walls with his back claws. He gets torqued at random intervals and does what we call the “matrix” — jump off the walls, jumping up and kicking off with his back feet, digging those sharps claws in. We replace the shower curtain once a week. It is not unusual to find a baseball-sized hole here and there. The meanest part of Taz, though, is the torture he puts our other cat through. Streak is 16 and very proper. And ironically we got Taz to be
