Short and simpile.
Honestly I just needed a platform to vent, and get all this out.
I killed my wifes cat today. It started back in our old place. She would ****, and **** all over our carpet. It wasnt even solid. It drove me nuts. The house was gross bc of it. We tried to find ways to make her use the litter box, but nothing we did helped. When we moved into our new place I knew she had to go. I couldnt afford to lose my new place bc of this **** cat. I told my wife that we had to get rid of the cat. She was very reluctant. Eventually I grabbed the cat one day when my wife was at work and carried her to the near by woods and threw her into it and walked away. I thought that it was the end of it. Today however my sister told me that she had seen the cat when she pulled into the drive way. I went looking for the cat knowing I had to do something before my wife sees her. My wife thinks I gave her to my boss who rescues cats. My boss couldnt take her. She already has 13.
I grabbed a large kitchen knife and went outside looking for the cat. I looked for nearly 15 mins and had not found her yet. I told myself I’d go back by the woods where I dropped her off and if I hadn’t seen her by then, then I’d just go home. On the way back from the woods I finally found her sitting on the back porch of one of the neighboring houses. I grabbed her. She remembered me, and seemed almost happy to see me. I carried her back to the woods and then crushed her windpipe with one hand. I then layed her out, and split her head open with the knife I brought with me. Cleaned the knife off with paper towels that I had with me, and walked home.