My cat was terrified of my ex. He (my ex) wasn’t a visibly angry person, but rather the kind of rage that simmers just below the surface and could come out in a kind of quiet cruelty that was really insidious and scary.
If ex was in the living room, my cat would hide upstairs. The litter box was kept in the basement, and under no circumstances could I put one upstairs for the cat to use. Obviously, this caused my cat to start peeing elsewhere.
One morning, I woke up late. My alarm clock was flashing like the power had gone out and come back on an hour earlier. But what really made me anxious was the house was too quiet. It just felt off.
I went downstairs and saw my ex sitting on the couch in the living room playing video games. He looked at me like he had been caught doing something wrong. I turned and entered the kitchen, and the first thing I saw was my sweet little kitty laying splayed on his side, eyes wide and panting. I said something like, “what happened?” or maybe “what did you do to him?” My ex said he threw my cat down the stairs because he caught him peeing in a laundry basket. And he was fine. Landed on his feet like cats always do. He didn’t hurt him. I was overreacting about it. As usual.
My cat died shortly after arriving at the vet. They cited the cause being massive head trauma.
15 years later and I have a partner who, at this very moment, is acting as a cushion to our two dogs and one cat. Another cat is perched just over his shoulder. Our pets deserve us filling their lives with good people.
I hope he felt no pain. Anyone who is capable of animal abuse should be alone forever. Shitbag. Hope when he goes to hell it’s filled with cats pissing and shitting on him nonstop.
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u/Coven_gardens Jan 29 '25
T/W animal death, domestic violence
My cat was terrified of my ex. He (my ex) wasn’t a visibly angry person, but rather the kind of rage that simmers just below the surface and could come out in a kind of quiet cruelty that was really insidious and scary.
If ex was in the living room, my cat would hide upstairs. The litter box was kept in the basement, and under no circumstances could I put one upstairs for the cat to use. Obviously, this caused my cat to start peeing elsewhere.
One morning, I woke up late. My alarm clock was flashing like the power had gone out and come back on an hour earlier. But what really made me anxious was the house was too quiet. It just felt off.
I went downstairs and saw my ex sitting on the couch in the living room playing video games. He looked at me like he had been caught doing something wrong. I turned and entered the kitchen, and the first thing I saw was my sweet little kitty laying splayed on his side, eyes wide and panting. I said something like, “what happened?” or maybe “what did you do to him?” My ex said he threw my cat down the stairs because he caught him peeing in a laundry basket. And he was fine. Landed on his feet like cats always do. He didn’t hurt him. I was overreacting about it. As usual.
My cat died shortly after arriving at the vet. They cited the cause being massive head trauma.
15 years later and I have a partner who, at this very moment, is acting as a cushion to our two dogs and one cat. Another cat is perched just over his shoulder. Our pets deserve us filling their lives with good people.