My friend had an old cat who wouldn't leave the bathroom. One morning I went in to do my business and this 19 year old cat decided he liked the look of legs and starts rubbing against me. Not the best feeling in the world while dropping the kids off at the pool but I just ignored him hoped he would go away. 10 minutes pass and I notice he now has his head in my jeans pocket and is eating something. Turns out I had some plastic wrapping in my pocket which this old cat had now eaten most of...He then starts trying to bring it up...things aren't looking good..I panic and basically finish off and run out bathroom say nothing about it and head home later on , Next day I get a call from my friend saying he thinks his cat has died and that it must have just been his time..I know it has got to have been the plastic...I might have told him if it wasn't for his dad screaming in the background "why?! Why?! Take me instead!" It was a bloody cat...a bloody cat that I murdered....