When i came home today I noticed my cat was acting funny. I investigated and found him laying on the floor not moving much and reluctant to move from where he was.
At first i thought he was sick, but then i noticed that he was choking on somthing. I grabbed him and pulled him up by the back legs and started to shake the fuck out of him, That got me no where so i called the vet and he said to come in right away, I went back to pick up my poor kitty when i noticed him walking around all scared and panting heavily.
right in the middle of the floor in a pile of blood and bile was a poor little mouse clinging to life. I called the vet back to cancel and decided to toss the poor mouse that almost killed my cat out to the birds.
But then i got to thinking that the poor guy was beat up so bad, and I felt so bad thinking about how long the little guy would be out in the cold dieing waiting to be eaten by some animal... there was only one thing i could do for the poor thing.
I liberated his little mousy soul.... i took it into the garage wrapped him up in a face cloth and placed it under my car tire, I figured it was the fastest way. I opened up the garage door and did what had to be done, I pulled forward and back quickly to make sure it didnt feel its brains being squeezed out its asshole,
And now... I dont know how to feel. Its so odd to have the power to take a life, And so sad too.
Well, I guess im just looking for reasurance that i did the right thing... what would you have done diffrently?
poor thing was fucking cute too...