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It's dark, you've been warned.
I tried (and thankfully failed) to poison my rescue kitten with a Tylenol because she was so frustrating to deal with and my family was no help to me at all and even made raising her difficult. Biggest regret of my life, I'm so happy that either she spat it immediately out (and I didn't see where the pill fell) or my attempt at inducing her to vomit it out after having second thoughts succeeded. She is okay now, thankfully no repercussions from my own selfishness and utter stupidity. She isn't a perfect cat but she has gotten significantly better from her rough kittenhood. (We were told that her feral mother died before her or her sibling's eyes were open, as a result she wasn't socialized well. I had to teach her not to bite so hard while playing and calm other fussy behavior prior to the aforementioned incident. The family shit was another can of worms on top of it that involved guilting ultimatums and making raising her a lot harder than it needed to be but that's a different story, and it's still my fault that this happened.) You do not know how much I truly hate myself for even trying to go through with it. Especially after I read that Tylenol poisoning is a slow, painful death for cats. I hate myself so damn much, I'll never do anything like that ever again. I am tearing up like a little bitch just typing this out, I am the absolute fucking worst. I love her so much now. She's a good entertaining kitty.
If I had to compare her to a pokemon, she's like a smaller Liepard.
