I saved 3 baby kittens that were found in a horse trailer. The guy was going to kill them and I just couldn't let him. I took them home and bottle fed them. 2 died but one Tom survived. That cat turned out to be the Spawn of Satan. He shredded my leather recliner, sprayed my big screen and refused to use a litter box instead of the carpet. I tried to make him an outdoor cat but he would not come out from under the house for food or water. Since I didn't want a dead cat stinking things up, I had to go in after him and pull him out. On top of that, he fell into the bathtub one day and broke his leg at the hip. 6 months later he ran out from behind a door to attack me and I accidentally stepped on him breaking it again. The vet gave me a "yeah, right" and was convinced I was torturing this cat. Trust me it was the other way around. I wound up taking him to the animal shelter and told them it was a stray.
