When I dated a girl who had a little bastard son of a B, I brought my 6 year old cat to live with us. He was a great cat, loved everyone, and didn't want anything but to be petted. Well, HE decided he was gonna be an a****e and mess with the cat! He kept playing with my cat using rubber bands, even after we told him countless times to KNOCK THE S**T OFF. Finally the day came that the cat became very sick. He started vomiting. When we came home, we asked HIM what happened and all he could say was that the cat threw up elastics. Needless to say, because of him, we had to put the cat down because he was just too sick to save, the vet said. THAT KID deserved to be kicked in the f****g TEETH, bound and hog-tied, and locked in a cage! He never even shed a tear after we got home, and all he could do was ask us if we PICKED HIM UP A GAME CARD on the way home!!!!! Oh my GOD! I will never have kids and this is yet another good example folks of why we need to put ourselves first! If I had my way I would p**s on him! I hate the little bastards! Soccer moms go screw yourselves!