I'm not a cat fan (or any pet really) but when I was a kid we had dogs and cats both around the house.
My mother told this story, so I don't claim to remember it, but as her story went, my father got mad at one of the cats for some reason or another, grabbed it up, tossed it into a burlap bag, added a couple of bricks and tied the top of the bag up. He then drove down to the Chickhominy swamp, and tossed the bagged cat in.
On the way home, he stopped by the store to get a few things, and talk awhile. When he got home, the cat was waiting for him on the front porch. Mom said, at that point he just threw up his hands and said "You can stay."
True or not, I wan't going to call her a liar.
Same cat bought a chipmunk, still alive, to the house one day. My mother rescued the chipmunk, and kept it in a big birdcage for years where it kept her company in the kitchen. When the chipmunk (named "Chippy" of course) finally got out of the cage and out of the house, the same cat wacked it. For good this time. That cat was patient. I thought my mother would never stop crying. She loved that little critter.
Funniest experience I had with a cat was coming home from work one evening, when I saw something in the road ahead of me. As I got closer I saw it was a cat with something on it's head. That something turned out to be a McDonalds milk shake cup someone had thrown out of the window. Apparently the cat had tried to get the last few drops of milkshake out of the cup and had gotten stuck. I watched it stumble about a minute or so, then got out of the car and walked over, grabbed the cup and yanked it off. The cat stopped, looked around, blinked a time or two, then took off like his tail had been turpintined.