Satan, thy form is cat

I met Satan today.
He is an evil hissing and spitting orange cat.

I was going about my business as usual this morning during my shift at the vet clinic.
That's when I met him.
He stares at me and starts growling.
I go to move him to another kennel while I clean his.
That's when he went psycho.
He latched onto my hand and started spinning around knocking all kinds of stuff off the shelves.
You would have thought I was trying to murder him the way he was carrying on.
I was bleeding pretty bad after finally getting him moved.
I bandage myself up, clean out his kennel and then it's time to move him back...

I think I'm being smart, I think I'll just throw a towel over him and he'll relax.
That's when all hell broke loose.
He starts hissing and screaming like angry pissed off cats will do.
I'm running around trying to corner him after he escapes the temporary kennel.
I finally get ahold of him, many scratches and swear words later, and that's when the rest of the staff comes running.
They said it sounded like a war zone back there.

My hand starts to swell and turn purple.
For the rest of my shift, everytime I pass his kennel I make sure to that little f-er exactly what I think of him.
How anyone could ever love that monster is really beyond me.
Cats are evil.
Pure evil.
They are Satan.