I have to confess to accidently killing three pussies in about a week once.

I was motoring along towards home and a pussy was at the side of the road as if to cross. I slowed down and the pussy turned away so I accelerated and the pussy turned again and ran out into the road. I felt bones crunching under the wheels of the car.

Soon after I came out of my house and there was this pussy that looked at me and snarled so I barked at it. It flipped about and ran straight through a hedge, I then heard a car break and a thud.

About a day or so later I got into my car at the back of the house and reversed and heard bones cracking under my wheels again.

OK I'm not proud of it. My daughter who was quite young then labeled me a 'pussy murderer'. I still feel guilty, mainly because of my daughter's reaction I think.