When I lived at home with my parents, we had this cat named Mr. B He was 15 pounds of solid muscle. He was a great cat loved all of us until my mom had cancer. After her cancer he started to attack her and myself. I went to a friends house one time, as I walked in the door I heard my mom screaming in the kitchen. Mr. B was attached to her leg and he wasn't letting go. He attacked her hands as well. I grab the hose that's on the sink and I sprayed him with water, he kept going. The only thing I could do was to push him off of her. Now I know all of us hate cat abuse here, but I must say this was the one and only time I was mean to a cat. I had no choice but to kick him (not hard enough to hurt him though) just enough to push him off of her. I told her to run in the living room. (All of this happened in the kitchen.) Which she did run to the living room, and Mr. B went at me. I grabbed the extra skin on the back of his neck picked him up and tossed him outside.

After I put him out side I went to make sure my mom was okay, she needed stiches in her hand. I asked her why he attacked her like that, and she said that she was opening a can of cat food for him and when she went to put it down for him he nailed her. My dad got home about 20 minutes later while my mom and I were trying to stop her hand from bleeding to much more he had to take her into the med center to have her hand stiched up. My mom and I were no longer allowed to pet him.

If he wanted us to pet him and we didn't we were attacked. My parents always firmly believed that if they have an animal that is a threat to others that would come in to the house we were to put it to sleep. We all tried to put him in a carrier and of course we were attacked. A friend of my mom's (which owns a farm) offered to come and take him. Which he did 3 weeks later Mr. B came back with a vengance. He hated all of us now and wouldn't stop attacking us. My mom's other friend had to come and take him to take him to be put down. All of us we happy he was gone.

When we got him he was a kitten and he loved to play be held pet everything you want in a cat. Then over night he changed. He was never hit he was fed all the time everything a cat would want until my mom had cancer then it was time for him to try to kill us it seemed like. Even still today I would be afraid of him if he was still alive. He is the one cat that I hate. Even though I hate him I would never harm him for no reason.

Katie.

Sorry this is so long.