rSlash - r/Nuclearrevenge She Hurt Cats so I Ruined Her Life

Episode Date: March 22, 2025

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him there. He also looked extremely malnourished, and it was so heartbreaking to see. Just in case he was an escaped kitten, I posted flyers all over the neighborhood and on lost pet forums for my area. Absolutely no one contacted me, so I took him to the vet and registered him as my pet. I got him vaccinated, chipped, and neutered when he was old enough. When I first found him, I thought that he was a Russian blue. He looked exactly like them, down to the face shape and eye color.

As he got older, his stripes never faded like the breeders said they would. So I abandoned the idea that he was a Russian blue. Besides, it's downright preposterous that an expensive breed of cat would be abandoned like that, right? Out of curiosity, even though he's legally my cat now, I decided to check the neighborhood watch and lost pet forms. That's when I found a post from one of my neighbors going absolutely nuclear on another neighbor exposing her and her business.

I'll call the nuclear neighbor Daisy and the total waste of air, Karen. From what I read on Daisy's post, Daisy feeds the local stray cats. There's one in particular, a tabby that liked to hang out in her lawn. Her next door neighbor, Karen, is a cat breeder, specifically for Russian blue cats. Karen hates Daisy because she feeds the strays and was worried about them ruining her business. One day, Daisy hears screaming coming from Karen's house, sounds of objects being thrown, general commotion. Daisy stepped outside, ready to call the cops believing it to be a domestic disturbance.

Instead, she watched Karen chase a tabby out of her house, smacking it with a broom and trying to kill it. The two got into an argument, which prompted Daisy to write about it for the first time on the neighborhood watch. About four to five months later, there's more disturbances at Karen's house. Yelling, screaming, bumping around. Once again, Daisy stepped outside to see if they needed help, and saw Karen angrily stomping out of her house with a box.

She walks down the street a bit, and Daisy discreetly follows her. Karen reaches the tiny playground in the neighborhood and throws the box in the bushes. Daisy goes to the bush and sees a bunch of kittens in the box, around the box, and in the bushes. She tries to grab them all, but a couple run off and she can't catch them. Daisy is pissed, brings the kittens that she managed to catch home and goes to confront Karen. Karen is also mad at her, blaming Daisy's feeding of the strays for losing her thousands of dollars. The tabby that hangs out around the house apparently got Karen's cat pregnant and she couldn't sell the kittens because they're not purebred and it's

obvious. After their argument, Daisy takes the kittens to the vet and most have injuries. Broken tails, injured ribs, etc. Once Daisy got home, she reported Karen for animal abuse and then started to expose Karen online. Everywhere she could, Daisy told people not to buy from Karen, even going onto her breeder page and exposing what she did to the kittens. From what she knows, Karen completely lost her business. Despite this, every month Daisy will post about Karen and warn people not to buy from her just in case.

Now I'm not sure if Gigi is a part of the kittens that came from that. He could very well be just a great happy from strays. But the timeline matches up. I'm not sure if Karen is going to face legal charges for the abuse she did to those kittens, but I sure hope so. Abusing cats is just moronic because in addition to being unethical, it's one of the worst things you could do to get the entire internet against you. I don't understand why she

didn't just post on Craigslist saying, hey, I've got free cats, come grab one and it's yours. Instead, she had to kill cats? Awful. Some people get into animal breeding because they love the animal. Other people get into animal breeding because it's just a means to make a few bucks. And it's clear that Karen is the second half. Our next Reddit post is from ChaoticLokian. I'm a wheelchair user because of a fainting disorder. I have severe POTS for those wondering. I looked it up and POTS is a condition characterized by an excessive increase in heart rate upon standing or sitting upright. So I think it's like when you stand up, you know how sometimes you feel kind of light-headed? It's that but way, way worse, if I'm understanding this correctly.

I came home from work to see a car parked right under a no-parking fire lane on the sidewalk. It blocked the way into my apartment and I had to leave the wheelchair in my car. I started taking photos of the car because this had been an issue with the owner for months. My landlord had told me to get photos of it and because this had been an issue with the owner for months. My landlord had told me to get photos of it and email them to him every time she did it after I mentioned it one time in passing. While I was taking a photo, the owner of the car came out

of her apartment to scream at me. I stayed calm and tried to walk into my apartment. She got in my face to continue screaming and by reflex I shove her back. She then grabbed me by the throat and began to punch me. After a minute, my neighbors and roommate who were having a smoke came running and got her off me. Police were called, paramedics showed up because my neck was bleeding. The woman had acrylic nails. And I ended up going to the emergency room because I had a syncope episode while the paramedics were there. I think syncope is when your heart rhythm gets messed up.

A temporary loss of consciousness that occurs when the brain doesn't receive enough blood flow. I am completely wrong. It is like a fainting episode, okay. I decided to press charges thinking I'd just get an aggravated assault or something. I made sure the police came while she was home because I knew she had a gun on the wall despite being a convicted felon. When the police went to arrest her, they found that the car was stolen, without insurance,

she didn't have a license, there were used needles all over the apartment with her 8 year old child, and the gun gun which was also marked stolen. The child is in foster care and she is in jail without bond. The district attorney said that her child recorded the incident. She had apparently told her to. And it was already ruled as assault because of the overwhelming proof. Plus the 7 counts of assault she had gotten in the past 5 years already. Had I gotten her nailed with it outside of her home, she probably would have only gotten probation since she was a parent.

But now, she lost her kid, her home, her car, and is going to be in jail for about 30 years or more, depending what the state charges her for with the drugs. As I was reading the description of terrible things this woman had done, I was thinking, yo, if you're a criminal, why would you park your car illegally? It sounds like those stories of a serial killer who gets caught because, you know, they let their license plate registration expire or something. But then we got to the point of all the needles in the apartment and I was like, aha, now it makes sense. This lady is not operating under conventional logic. Our next reddit post is from One Half of Ham.

In 2003, the company I was working for closed down, so I sought out new employment. I was a machinist by trade, with a great reputation, so it took me less than a day to get a new job. We'll call the new place Spiral because of the specialized tools they made. Anyways, I started out as one of the operators. The place was owner-operated, meaning the owner was there daily. He had a floor supervisor who was actually pretty nice. After I'd been there around a year, the owner and the super had a falling out, and the super left. For whatever reason, the owner, Dick, told me that I was in charge.

A little backstory on Dick. He was in his 60s and had started the company out of his garage. He ended up buying a huge chunk of land and turned it into an industrial park all while in his 20s. By now, he was one of the richest guys in the states. He was also the biggest butthole I'd ever met. He treated every employee like garbage except for me and one other guy. If we dared to talk to each other during work hours, he would scream at us. My promotion kind of financially trapped me. Dick would have no

problems talking to me though, and he was the braggy sort of rich guy while paying us the bare minimum. During our talks, I learned that he cooked his books. You see, the industrial park was owned by an entity that he created, while Spiral was owned by another. He would always make sure the park entity charged Spiral enough in rent that it looked like the company was barely staying afloat. He also bragged that he had taken a bunch of industrial waste and buried it on his property at home because it cost

so much less. He made my life hell over the next decade, always keeping my pay just high enough that I couldn't afford to leave, while treating me and my guys like garbage. I ended up with a 95% turnover rate on employees. I am not exaggerating. We ended up having to go to temp agencies towards the end. Even they refused to send me people. I had to do some careful wording, but my duties ended up swelling to the point where I convinced Dick to let me say that I was the plant manager. This was huge. I have no college degree, but I now had a title and the experience.

I started to look for a job in earnest. And after six months, I found one for a lot more money with benefits. Yeah, Spiral had no benefits. Now, over my time at Spiral, I had seen that every person who gave their two weeks notice was told to leave on the spot, and the company that hired me insisted I give them the two week notice. So I said I would, but I didn't.

At the end of my last day, I sat at my desk and sent an email to the head of OSHA and the state EPA's office. Two men that I had gotten to know well. I filled them in on all the violations that Dick had disclosed. I also sent an email to the state's attorney about the books. I left my keys on my desk with a paper under them that simply read, I quit. I never found out if the state attorneys went anywhere, but the contact at OSHA let me know

the company ended up with $150,000 in fines for some willful violations. And the guy from the EPA dug up half of Dick's property before he admitted to where he buried the waste. Last I knew, Dick ended up in jail. Tax evasion! That's how Al Capone got taken down, actually. If you're gonna cook the books, don't brag about it, you idiot. Our next Reddit post is from OG Sister Midnight.

15 years ago, I had a boyfriend that I had been with for 6 years. He moved to another city for work while I finished my studies and then I would move there too. He was apartment hunting, subleasing in the meantime. He came home almost every weekend and during Christmas and New Years. He found an apartment in January and invited me up to show it and prepared to move up. He was looking for a job, looking for new furniture, etc. Late February, I told him it's time to terminate the lease on the apartment in our hometown when he suddenly broke up with me. I was shocked and very sad. He collected some clothes and his very expensive computer which he built from scratch. It was his baby. Two weeks later, he updated his profile picture on Facebook to him and another

woman kissing. Obviously, they hadn't been dating two weeks. I called him and called him out on it and he admitted to having met her two months ago. He was at the airport to travel abroad with his buddy for the weekend, so we didn't talk long. That same evening, I decided to tell the new girlfriend. I managed to find her on Facebook and wrote to her. She didn't believe me at first, of course. But I sent her texts, pictures, I described their apartment in detail. Well, her apartment as it turned out. And when I sent her a dick pic that he had sent me WITH THEIR BEDROOM clearly in the background, she said, okay, enough, I believe you. She told me they'd been dating for 8 months, not 2. She had been in Africa for 2 months in December and January, which would explain why he was

able to be with me for two weeks over the holidays and why he could invite me to see the apartments. We wrote each other a lot. He sent both of us the exact same Valentine's Day text. He bought us the exact same Christmas present, etc. You get the picture. After comparing notes, it was time for revenge. She cut up all of his clothes and left them in a pile on the floor. I told her about the PC and advised her to tear that thing to pieces. She hacked it with screwdrivers and hammers and every piece was beyond saving. When he came home on Sunday, she tossed him out with nowhere to go,

but not before showing him that all his possessions were obliterated. Also, OP clarifies, I need to clarify that legally it was my PC. I'd won money on one of those scratch lottery tickets, but since we were living together, I kind of thought of it as ours. Huge mistake. The funny and kind of subtle of it as ours. Huge mistake. The funny and kind of subtle part of this is that actually this guy could sue his girlfriend for damaging all of his belongings. But since OP convinced his current girlfriend to do it, OP is completely immune from any damages. Our next reddit post is from Balloon Not Bandit.

One day I was on my evening walk with my dog and we came across a small dog standing in the middle of the street, shaking. Its hair was matted, had mange, ridden with fleas, one eye swollen and sealed shut with mucus. Nails so long it was walking on the back of its paws, malnourished and quivering. I was shocked! I called my wife to bring me a blanket and come pick us up. While I was waiting, the door of the house in front of us opened and

out came a disheveled looking older man. He started calling for the dog to come inside. I absolutely lost it. I screamed at him asking if it was his dog and he replied that it was. I asked him why it was in such bad shape and he said, She's sick and won't eat. I yelled at him there was no effing way in the world I was letting him take her back inside. The shouting match lasted long enough for a few neighbors to come outside, who later told me that he had another dog in the house.

Eventually, my wife pulls up and I wrap the doggo in the blanket and go home. I looked up the name of our local no-kill shelter, but they were closed until the following day. My wife and I decided to call the dog Sally. I gave Sally a bath and went and bought some wet food since she wouldn't eat dry kibble. She devoured it! I set her up a nice sleeping area in the garage for her to spend the night. First thing in the morning, I took Sally to the shelter and called animal control and

told them what happened. They went to check her out, took a statement from me, and ended up at the old man's house confiscating his other dog. Unfortunately, Sally was put down due to the horrible shape that she was in. She was also very old. Here's where the revenge begins. This old butthole's house was on the route I took to walk my dog twice a day. My dog liked to take a dump about two houses before he reached his. Perfect! Now I didn't need to carry bags of poop

all the way back to my house. I started tossing them on this guy's roof twice a day. At first, he would climb a ladder around once a week to get them down, but eventually I broke his will to do that. This went on for about a year before I moved. His roof was covered in poo bags. I also printed out flyers with his address and pictures of how I found Sally and put them in all the neighbors' mailboxes. I live across town now, but every couple of months I ride by and toss a bag of dog poop on his roof to let him know that I'm still thinking about Sally. People in the comments are saying this is more r slash petty revenge than r slash nuclear revenge.

I think I'd go with r slash poopy revenge. That was r slash poopy revenge.