Not in any metaphorical sense, or as a result of masturbation. I killed a 6 week old kitten today.
We have a number of cats living under our house, as I have mentioned in other threads, including two brand-new kittens. They play and romp around my truck, but wisely scatter when they hear the doors slam or the engine start. I let it set in place for a few seconds after starting, just to let any slow one get out of the way of the tires. Today the wife and I headed off to the airport. The fan belt squealed like it always does, telling me it needs dressing. Just as we got on the freeway, the truck lost all power. We coasted to a stop and I popped the hood. Nothing leaking, but it looked like a belt had somehow jumped the pulley. I called AAA, and they towed me to the garage. The mechanic looked around for a bit, and said “Do you have cats?” He shone the flashlight down and showed me the remains of a kitten, who had apparently climbed up under the engine last night and was caught by the belt this morning and cut in half, killing it instantly.
The garage gave us a ride home, where we attempted to get a nose count of the cats. We accounted for some, but not others. The garage came to pick me up, and the mechanic described the kitten. It was Spooky, the black/white one. I came back home and hugged our indoor kitties very hard. Hugged my wife really hard too. I know it wasn’t anybody’s fault, but still…
Hug your pets, Dopers. Spooky never got a chance to be anybody’s sweetheart. Value yours today.