Salsa, Demon Kitty Extraordinaire

For the past two months or so, my roommates and I have been terrorized by Salsa, Demon Kitty Extraordinaire. Greg brought the seemingly sweet little Salsa home and all was right with the world. Or at least with our apartment. He was tiny, and cute, and quiet, only a few meows here and there. He was explorative, friendly, cuddly, and playful. All the things one would expect from a new kitty. My heart melted.
And then he got comfortable. Too comfortable.
Cute little kitty became cute little demon kitty.
He would claw at your legs while walking down the hallway, bite your feet, bite your hands, bite you anywhere. He started clawing at the couches. He knocked full and empty glasses over that were sitting on the table. He would eat your food if left unattended. He would cause destruction in any way possible. If it could be broken, Salsa would find a way to break it.
He could not be punished effectively, because he became accustomed to every method we tried. Spray bottle? Nope. He thought it was a neat way of quenching his thirst. Physical indications of wrongdoing only inspired him to bite you harder. We resorted to an air-gun, which has seemed to do the job nicely. For the most part. It scares him off for a little while, but he always comes back eventually.

But thankfully, little demon Salsa kitty is being declawed and neutered today.

A new age is upon us.
The dawn of a glorious, kitty-induced-scar-free future.
No more bleeding from bite marks or scratches.
No more yelling "DAMNIT, SALSA!!!" every ten minutes.
No more losing my temper and inflicting rage on a cute little kitty.

Here's to hoping he comes home calm and cuddly, not crazy and diabolical like he left this morning.