I was 15 and my mother and i were on our way to help my brother and his girl move there thing to a new home They just got. As we pulled up in front of the house a kitten runs to me as I open the car door. Ugly, dirty, hungry thing, that might look cute if it wasn't abandoned. so i comforted it for a while then remembered my niece wanted a pet cat. so i bring it into there half way moved home and my brothers girlfriend said no its too nasty. so i Put It out of its misery, with him purring his way to its fate. put it down on the ground grabed my plastic bb gun shot him in the eye, before he could run stomped its head around 2 times it was a blood pool under him yet honesly i enjoyed that rush of power I felt just from taking 1 small life from his 9 of them.