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I was sent a PM from a girl on Gaia who replied to something I said in a thread about animal abuse, or something of the sort. I just wanted to share this with everyone here.


My first experience was with a week-year-old black and white cat (which was my brother's favorite of the litter) when I was about.. oh... say, 3. It scratched me (kittens that young can't retract their claws), and I threw it against the bumper of my grandparents' car. Ann (my grandma) asked me why I did it, and I lied and said it ws because it scratched me. The truth was that I just needed something to throw. Something alive. Anyway, when it hit the bumper, it fell down in the grass and died. I told them it just fell.


Once, I repeatedly kept a black cat under a little mud 'lake' filled with water, dirt, grass, and possibly feces mixed in. It was screaming and kept trying to get out, and then then it scratched me and began to run away, I got really angry and grabbed him and pushed him back under.

Another one was named 'Darcy', and I tortured her a similar way. I would push her under the water of the fishpond, and once, my brother came out in time to save her. She kept coughing up water, and he knew he couldn't leave her there alone because I would do it again.


Another time was when I was in the backyard on the patio. There was a couch, or a refrigerator... something that was larger than me and tipped over, as if it was about to be thrown away. I grabbed a kitten from the litter nursing next to me (if I remember right), reached my arm out like a catapult, and flung it hard and fast about 4, 5, or 6 feet, and it hit the wall and fell down. I repeated this process about 4 or 5 times when someone came out and picked it up. He took it into the garage along with 3 of my brothers, and set it down. Its mouth was bleeding, and I pretended I had no idea what happened. I started into the garage, and one of them shooed me out, a little angry. I didn't know why, though, and have never found out to this day. But I remember about 4 years later we found the skeletons of it under a counter in the garage. It matched the size of the kitten that I threw. I wanted to throw it again but I couldn't find the tape.

Another time was when I tied a balloon string around a cats neck. His name was Tammy, and he was the cat that I was always trying hard to catch, every day (I named him, and this probably happened when I was about 8 or 7... I know my age was around there, because we didn't have large tubs of icecream unless we brought them from my uncle's house, and I didn't start going there until this age). Anyway, I had to go do something like eat dinner, and so I tied the string to one of those large ice cream tubs (I was addicted to things like having dogs in cages, on leashes, etc.,), and filled it with water. Well, a little bit after, one of my brothers (I have five) came into the livingroom while I was watching tv and yelled my name. I came outside and I looked at the boat that was outside, and the cat had sprinted, dragging along the tub of water, to the boat, and when he tried to leap over the little bar underneath it, the tub got caught bewteen the small space of the bar to the bottom of the boat. He was horrified, and his instincts kicked in, and he springed up and around, and tried to get out, only entangling himself more, and he twisted over it, letting him hang until someone saw. By the time they got to him, his eyes were slightly bulging, and they cut him loose. He survived for about 3 days after that, and I let him sleep on my bed the first night, and then he died.

Another was trying to make them swim. I had already seen that they could fly a few feet, but I wanted to see how streamlined they were when in the water without instruction. I kicked a few kittens into the fishpond, and watched them swim. Each time they got out, I wanted to see it again, so I would put them back in. The water was very cold, and after I was tired of watchign them for the day, they got sick and died. I think this happened to about 2 kittens. <---- Lorysa did all of this

That is so sad!That idiot of a person needs to get tortured themselves,and see how much they like it!And especially to something as innocent and sweet as a kitten!Man that's dumb! mad

She really does. it's been shown time and time again that serial killers and predators have a history of animal torture and abuse. This person shows absolutely no remorse for their actions. Of course, she could just be a troll, but unless she copied that out if a book, it's far to real and personal an account for it to be just made up.
Her profile page says she has a Siamese and does mention a koi pond but she also writes a disclaimer saying if she's posted anything offensive it might have been something she wrote several years ago when she was bored. In any case it's extremely worrying...