When me and the horrible piece of scum also known as my Ex-Wife had our 1st child, we had a cat, and decided to get rid of it, and not risk her catching Toxoplasmosis, which IIRC is know as Cat Scratch Fever.
I had NO idea what to do w/ the cat. It was possesed by the devil, and if you made it mad, would hunt you. As you rounded a corner, it would spring at you w/ it's claws flailing, then run, hide, and do it again later. (stupid cat). It would curl around your arm, sink in it's claws, get a mouthful of flesh and chew on it while it purred. (stupid cat) On time it attacked me as I entered the bedroom. I caught it in mid pounce, and tossed it onto the pillows stacked up on the bed. The cat landed, reversed, and jumped for me screamin bloody murder. Caught it again, and this time threw it a bit harder into the pillows. Satanic cat kept launching itself at me, and I kept throwing it harder, and harder into the pillows (should chucked it into the wall) and I finally gave up, and shut the door. Musta chucked that cat 20 times.(stupid cat)
I finally found the perfect solution on how to get rid of this terrible feline.
I looked in the phone book, and found a meeting place for Al-Anon, which is for the relatives of Alchoholics, and for co-dependant people.
1/2 hour before the meeting started, I left the cat (in a carrier), bag of food, and kitty litter (and box) in the meeting room. 1/2 hour after the meeting I checked, and the evil cat was gone.
Always wondered what happened to it. On some level I find it hillarious that this cat is somewhere torturing some poor person, and their co-dependent arse is thinking they deserve it.
