Is it normal that i secretly got rid of my best friend's cat?
My best friend is also living in my house as a temporary roommate. Well it was supposed to be temporary but now she is pretty much just staying here. Which I don't mind because she does her fair share of paying for things.
What I did mind was her cat though. I asked her to keep it in her room but she always let him out before she went to work. He would terrorize my birds and constantly follow me around. I didn't want the cat in the first place but I love my best friend and I'd do anything for her.
I got so fed up last week though when her fucking cat killed one of my birds while I was gone at work. She was still home and I told her that because I wouldn't be there to keep an eye on him to PLEASE lock him up in her room before leaving. Well she didn't and I came home to find one of my birds missing and dead inside her bedroom by the cat's bed.
I was just so angry that I didn't know what to do so I grabbed him up and put him in a box. I took him out to my car and drove 10 miles out to the trail head where people go and ride their dirt bikes in the summer and just dropped him off and left him there.
When my friend got home later I told her that the cat ran out when I came in with the groceries and that I couldn't find him.
She's been out there for hours looking for him.
Instead of guilt I feel this odd sense of satisfaction. Is that normal?