So it was 4AM in the morning and the house cat, in heat and all, was meowing up a storm. I had gotten up extra early to do some homework. So I was tired as hell and frustrated with some math when she starts meowing like a madcat, pawing at my door. So I invite the pussy in. I was angry. I had it in my mind that I was going to give it to her, and teach her a lesson about meowing 4AM in the morning, even if she is horny. So she comes into the room and lies on her back, looking all cute and all. I, pissed, grapped the hardest and nearest thing. I grapped a book but still, my conscience kicked in to offset some of the rage. Instead of going for her head, I begin giving her body shots. But I didn't want to hurt her too bad. So I start giving her body shots and the damn pussy thinks I'm playing with her. She thinks I want to play with her. Now that really pissed me off. So I try something else. I get some balled up pairs of socks. I gather them on my bed as arsenal and aim at her. I aim them at her face and throw them really hard so that they make a painful impact. Now she knows I'm serious; she runs under my bed and I chase her. I start throwing balls of socks under the bed, but they are hard to aim at her because the bed is so low to the ground. This enrages me. I have shoes under the bed so I grab a shoe and start hitting her with it. I got some good hits that I knew had to have hurt. After getting frustrated (because I couldn't do much with her under the bed), I go back to doing my homework. She seems to be sedate under the bed (no MEOWING now). After a while, (with slightly quelled and suppressed rage) I pick her from under the bed and got her out of my room. After that incident I was ashamed that I attacked a defenseless animal. I was ashamed that I let my feelings of anger get the better of my usually good judgment. So, come the next day, she's still fucking meowing. And to add insult to injury she's pawing at my door again like she wants more. :toetap05: I'm sure I gave her some painful shots and hits and from the enraged look on my face she should have known I wasn't playing. So either cats are masochistic, or their fucking lump brains that can't tell the difference from someone who wants to harm them from someone who wants to pet them.
I thought that it would have been pretty obvious that you should - unless you are going for that edgy new serial killer attitude...I heard it's the rage
im not going to recommend you seek help, but I will take a small amount of pleasure when you finally end up with life in prison and spend the rest of your days being sodomized and raped
i suggest never getting a cat again if they annoy you to that point. they arn't human. Give them a break.
I think you are the fukin "lump brain"!!! You should be ashamed of your sorry self,pick on someone your own size fukin animal abuser.. You are a Pussy!!!
Ahh, clever. I didn't see that. I go to sleep to awake to new posts derailing me. I counter them all with this statement: Balls. If anyone says I'm a troll then you are the trolling for saying so, you mob mongerer, you.
Or get married... or date... or have a roommate... in fact lets just make sure you don't hurt anything ever again... solitary confinement for you please. We don't need a serial killer, as Purp said, starting with animals and working their way up to people. Especially people, and animals, that DON'T deserve your rage.
^Normal people don't torment animals, and the people that do torment animals deserve the ostracism from the internets (oh noez, pplz on the webz don't lyke me?!) if not worse.
The only way to never have to deal with this again is to get your cat fixed. The Humane Society and the S.P.C.A both spay/neuter for a discounted price.
I agree. This is the reason I don't have kids...I would beat them. Sounds harsh but I really don't like kids.