Originally Posted by notabook

I killed my first cat when I was around three years old. Even as a young child I knew the dangers those bastards represented to mankind. I believe it belonged to my sister?s best friend. I remember picking the cat up and it hissing at me. I then started to swing it as hard as I could above my head. It started making a horrible growling/screeching sound, something that scared me. To make the noise stop I threw the cat into a brick wall, killing it instantly. Its neck was broken, its eyes bulging out.

Ah.. memories.