I fuuucked up years ago, was gonna scare wifeys cat by shooting under it with a pellet gun. Well, I hit the damn cat, gut shot the bastard. I didn’t have money to take it to the vet, so I killed it, buried it, lied when she ask if I’d done away with her cat. I still feel like schit to this day almost 40 years later. That was so stupid.
Buddy killed his with the milk/drano solution. He was having problems with strays fighting his cat and put some out and told the wifey not to let the cat out of the house. We'll, out of habit she did. Guess she forgot. So I guess it was both of their faults...
