Quote Originally Posted by slipknotpsycho
i fucking hate cats... when i was young we had this vicious cat (i swear it had to of been half bob-cat) it used to chase my friends around, like actually trying ot attack them.. like a fucking pit bull... anyways, when i was 5, one day it decided to jump on my head and fuck me up... 100 or so stitches later with no pain medication cuz i was bleeding too badly, i wanted to kill all cats...
things i've done to cats:
tied them to a leash to an unmovable object (a tree for instance) to where the cat had no more then maybe a foot of free room to run, and i would spray him with a water hose with one of those sprayer nozzels on Jet.
i've shot a cat in the ass with a paintball gun that was up in a tree.. it jumped up about 10 feet higher, then hit the ground and took off running like a rocket.
i've taken cats and swung them by their tails, (like the helicopter thing) and flung it up on my roof
i've put cats in the washing machine and dryers.. i didn't want to kill them so in the washing machine i'd only put it on "Spin" or in the dryer on "Fluff dry (no heat)
i've tied cats down, hog tied, to objects so it couldn't move at all, and just let it lay there for hours...
i've taken cats, and hung them by a ledge 6-8 feet in the air by their front leg-claws (it was the hole in the ceiling where the attic stairs are, and i left the stairs open so it hit the stairs on the way down) this gave me the most enjoyment, watching the pure terror in it's eyes, like one once put in me
i've put oranges in socks and beat the living hell out of cats...
i've just lost all control and beat the living hell out of a cat, just throwing it around, kicking it... and so on.... (i never tried to kill or severly injure these cats, only make them fear, or make them hurt mildly-moderately)
i've strangled cats, not for any length of time, just to see the look on their face and hear that sound....
i've put a cat ina box, and closed the box and pushed it down some stairs (and not where it would just slide down either)
there's plenty more, but i think i got the point across i hate cats...
anyways, i don't do it anymore, that was before i was even 15 or so.. after awhile i came to peace with the little sneaky bastards only after realizing that all this torture, never hurt the only cat that's ever hurt me... which is why i stoppped... yea call me fucked up all you want, i made mistakes, no one's perfect... atleast i got the balls to admit when i'm wrong...
i get along with cats fine... kind of like me and cats have this understanding now.. kinda hard to explain.. but 2 unspoken rules, come to me when you want attention you'll get all you want, as long as i'm not busy doing something that involves my hands, and don't fuck with me i won't fuck with you...
shit..... and i thought i was mean to cats!!!...... btw i love animals now and i would never harm one ...... theyre so sweet



another thing i did when i was a kid was when i was 5 my best friends little sister was 3 and i think she had like bipolar or w/e she had.... she was fucking crazy she gave her mom a black eye and beat her big sister up tons of times...... anyhoo we all went down into the basement and she got in the drier and told me to close the door to it properly or she would hit me.... and me being a sissy i closed the door...... but then i got the idea that if i turned the knobs the door would open and she could get back out..... cept 1 problem..... the door was hard to open for some reason....O.o so then i pushed on the knob thingy and then the drier made a really loud noise then thats all i remember cuz i ran out of the basement as fast as i could and went home (nextdoor) apparently her mom found her in the drier a while later and let her out and she had really fucked up looking hair like it was all frizzy and fried looking and i dont think she had any burns tho...... i kinda wish i couldve seen her fface when she got out of the drier cuz it was mostly her fault she was in that situation....