>>333503I live on the bottom floor and one day while I was feeling more unstable then usual I heard a cat meowing on my lawn.
Part of me didn't want to hurt the cat but another part was really pissed off so I took some chicken in one hand and a kitchen knife in the other and opened the door.
The cat was quite ragged and it's owners had probably abandoned it recently, it seemed unafraid of humans and very hungry. At first I just poked the cat slowly with the edge of the knife, it's skin was pretty thick and it was more like poking it with a stick then stabbing it.
It looked at me with what felt like confused and sad eyes but made no effort to run away. On the inside I cried for the cat to get away from me, but I wasn't in control you see and so before I could chicken out I slowly reached for the cat as if to pet it and then grabbed it's neck and strangled it while I stabbed it with the knife, this time with all my force.
The knife went through the cat and all the way into the ground. It hardly managed to scratch me before it died.
I felt very excited although not in a sexual way, but at the same time I felt sick with myself.
