The Day I Killed The Cat

The Day I Killed The Cat

My father was a glider pilot during "The War" (WWII) and had a host of medals from his service in the Air Force. What he lost for those medals was his mind. He became alcoholic and abusive, and developed the habit of taking out his rage and disgust at what he had seen during the war on the most vulnerable person in the house--me. In his now twisted view toward his world and all who lived in it, he delighted in torturing me in subtly sadistic ways. For instance, a favorite was to wait until I ...

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