I hate to admit this, but I once shot a cat with a pellet gun for constantly spraying my front door...

Another story I like to share is one that happened to my ex-roommate. He hoped in his car on a cold winter's day and after he started it he heard a weird sound come from his engine. He didn't think much of it, but soon after his engine died. So, he popped the hood and seen fur everywhere, then he noticed blood, finally he seen the cat lying there dead. The cat must've crawled into the engine to keep warm the night before. Well, anyways he cleaned it up and went to work, when he got home the neighbor stopped by and asked it he had seen their cat "fluffy". He told him "i hate to break it to ya, but fluffy ain't coming home."

sinisterpentatonic said:

I'm not your friend anymore

Poor lil putty tat