I remember in early 2009 when I had to leave my childhood home because the rent couldn't be paid anymore. A former roommate left their obese, ill tempered cat at my house. Little shit cost food money for like six months, and I didn't have a car and couldn't feed it anymore. I turned off the lights in my bathroom and dunked the cat into the tub to drown it. I had wrapped it in a black trash bag. I sat there, feeling the cat fight and writhe violently, and it got to the point where I couldn't take anymore. I stopped, got up and left the bathroom. The wailing of the cat was awful, really traumatizing shit, and I could hear it fighting its way out of the trash bag. After 15 minutes she was successful and finally entered the hallway where I could see her. Her hair was dampened all the way down and she looked like she'd been through hell. That final week she was a lot nicer to be around. As I was driven away from the house I let her out at an alleyway and she ran off. She's probably dead now, honestly. She'd be over 11 years old now, plus she was obese because of her idiot owner before me PLUS she was ill tempered. Incredibly unfriendly cat, no matter how nice anyone was to her. Nobody took her in.
Anyways, this thread brought this story on
http://www.neogaf.com/forum/showthread.php?t=802860