buy viagra uk I have a cat. RJ lives to torture the cat. The second RJ walks in the house the cat runs into the bedroom and hides under the bed. One day I was sitting reading the paper and all of the sudden I hear the cat absolutely screaming from the bathroom. I run to the bathroom, open the door and RJ is holding the cat down in the toilet and flushing it. Another time I was in the kitchen getting dinner ready and the cat comes running in, yowling in pain with RJ chasing him. RJ had put a rubber band around the cat’s neck. I have a leather Ames lounge chair I inherited from my grandfather. This chair is worth about $5,000.00. His dad had to pay me $1000 to have it recovered after RJ thought it would be funny to carve his name in the seat cushion with a paring knife. His dad also had to buy me a new Play Station after RJ dumped a coke on it after me repeatedly telling him not to put the can on top of it. He’s destroyed two controllers too. How, I do not know but he did. A couple weeks ago I was walking past the bathroom and I smelled something God awful. I walk in and look in the shower stall. RJ had taken a shit on the floor because he “thought it was funny.” I also caught him out on our deck pissing in one of Anne’s Boston ferns. Another time I walked in the bathroom to take a piss and looked at the wall next to the toilet. RJ had written “FUCK” and “SHIT” in big bold letters on the wall with a permanent marker. I keep a grill out on our deck. One afternoon a glanced towards the door to the deck and I see an orange, flickering glow. I ran out to find that RJ had doused a full roll of paper towels with charcoal lighter fluid, put it on our glass-top table and lit it on fire. RJ will not listen to either me or Anne. He talks back to Anne all the time, and the kid has a mouth like a toilet. Almost every other word he’s dropping the F bomb. Anne’s parents let him get away with murder. They never discipline the kid. After his dad had to shell out that $1000 to recover my chair I looked at him and said “Your son is going to be in jail by the time he reaches 16.” He just shrugged his shoulders and said “I don’t know what to do with the kid.” RJ has been taking Ritalin since he’s been 5 according to Anne. I can tell when he doesn’t take it (which is very often) because he can’t sit still for a second. He’s been in so much trouble at school that I’m surprised he hasn’t been kicked out. Anne and I told her parents that as soon as this school year is over, that’s it. We are not taking care of RJ ever again, I don’t care if its only for an hour. Never. Not. Ever. Again.