I used to volunteer at my local SPCA where I met my VERY BAD kitty. He was really little at the time and I was cleaning all the cat cages. The five kitten litter he was in hadn't been old enough to allow to roam (too likely they would get hurt), and when cleaning their cage, they had to be put into another cage. When they were now big enough to roam, I was told they would probably be scared and hide. I'd have to find them when I was done cleaning.

Three of the kittens did exactly that. One was so scared she just shook and wouldn't move. I had to put her into another cage. Then there was Trent. Upon leaving his cage, he ran right over to a rabbit's cage and slapped the rabbit. When it would move to get away, he'd go where it was and slap it again. I'd take him away from it and he'd run back over and slap it again. I FINALLY got him to leave it alone. Then he went to the other cat cages and found any cat that would hiss at him and he'd reach in the cage and slap them. I fell in love with this evil little creature and brought him home.

Seven years later. He torments my older cat nonstop. He even gets the dog (pit bull) in on these games. One will chase the old cat to the other one, who will then chase her in the opposite direction. Trent wakes me up at three in the morning by knocking anything he can find onto my head. If there isn't anything, claws to my face work just as well. Sometimes, he bats glasses or anything breakable off of the counter. After it breaks, he looks down at it and saunters away.

When he's outside, he kills mice, opossums, rabbits, snakes, moles, birds, etc.. Basically, if he can, he'll kill it. In all honesty, everyone who's met him says he's the worst behaved cat they've ever seen.