Rick: cat crush
09-Nov-98 18:03:58

My fiancee and I have one thing in common: we both hate cats with a passion. I am been a crush fan for the longest time and we did something this past weekend that was beyond my wildest dreams. We go to college together and we share an apartment off campus. For the past few weeks, we have noticed some cat paws prints on the hood of my fiancee's brand new Camaro but that was not the thing that really pissed her off. Just last week, she noticed some deep claw scratch marks right into the cherry red paint and we knew where the cat marks came from. Our downstair neighbors own this ugly orange cat and it had been a pain in our ass for a long time. These "beloved" neighbors of ours (and I am being sarcastic) leaves this cat outside every single night and it meows all night long, keeping us up for many nights. We have told our landlord and we have confronted our neighbors many times about the cat's meowing and they basically told us to fuck off (in so many words). Right away, my fiancee developed a deep dislike for the neighbors and their cat and the scratches on the hood of her car was the last straw. We showed the neighbors what the cat did to our car and they said that "ANY cat could have done that and not necessarily THEIR cat". my fiancee was fuming mad and wanted revenge in a big way. This past Saturday, we noticed that our neighbors weren't home and we saw their cat walking around our car. My fiancee ran into the house and grabbed a cardboard box while I ran around the car until I finally caught the cat. We placed him in the box and brought him inside our apartment. I asked her what she wanted to do with him and she said "Kill the fucker" with a twisted crackle in her voice. I suggested to her to crush the cat with her feet and she loved my idea so much. She ran into our bedroom and put on my Timberland hiking boots. I grabbed a large piece of plywood that I had (I am making some car speakers right now and had some wood left over) and placed it directly over the box. She jumped up and down on the box and you could hear the cat meowing and its bones cracking as she bounced all of her weight up and down on the box. After doing this, she slid off the board and emptied the mangled box. The cat was half breathing and there was blood all over the floor. Its guts were half squished and was in need of some mercy killing. My fiancee laughed wickedly and said, "That was for keeping us up all those fucking nights. Now THIS one is for the scratches on my fucking car!" She then placed her foot over the head of the cat and pressed all of her weight on the cat's head. The cat's head was cracking with every press that she pushed on it with the boot and blood was now coming out of its nose and ears. Next, she put both of her feet on the body of the cat and she jumped up and down on it. Soon the crackles of the breaking bones soon turned into loud wet splats on our floor and cat blood and guts were smushed all over the floor and on my boots. My fiancee jumped on him some more and then she looked at me with an evil smile and joked, "I guess this cat don't have 9 lives now, does it?" After we were done, we put the cat back in the box and we drove off just down the street and placed him in the middle of the road so that our neighbors would think that it got hit by a car. We stayed for a few minutes to watch the cat get splattered by some oncoming cars and it was soon turned into a pancake in a matter of minutes. We went back to our apartment and celebrated our little victory with some hot sex on our living room couch. When our neighbors came upstairs and asked about their cat the next day, my fiancee answered to them with a smirk on her face, "Well, ANYONE could have gotten rid of that fucking thing" and slammed the door in their faces. What a weekend.