My very special kitty—Bob, seen here— has an idea.
See, Bob is a 20-pound tom. He's bigger than most small dogs. Tomcat pee is, in a word, lethal.
Bob's idea is, while this lady is in Human Jail, he's going to hang out at her house and pee all over everything. Especially her mattress, her favorite shoes, and any heirlooms she's got lyin' around.
The smell will never come out, and thus, she will have to live with her crime forever.
Note the smirk on his face as he ponders exacting such revenge.
That oughta do it. I love Bob.
I would like her to be subjected to 24 consecutive hours of the donkey kicks my cat unleashes when she gets annoyed.
Let's just make sure the rubbish bin she ends up in is a compactor.
It still seems like the action of someone in the initial stages of Alzheimer's, so I'm glad kitteh is okay but am not going to judge this woman as harshly as I might otherwise.
@otherginger: This isn't remotely like Alzheimers. Forgetting names of friends or family or street names, those things might be reflective of early onset of Alzheimers but when a 45 year old woman (I know she looks older but she's only 45) looks around to make sure no one will see before she picks up a cat she was petting 10 seconds before and throws said cat in the trashcan, that is premeditated animal cruelty.