My junior year, me and my 3 roomates got a cat. Some girl gave it to one of my roomates, he was trying to get in her pants so he decided to be nice and take care of it cuz her apt didnt allow pets. So here we have three 21 year old males and a kitten named Coach June Jones (or just Coach for short) The cat really grew to hate us. the guy who was supposed to change the litter box never did, so Coach got back at us by pissing in our clean landry baskets. We'd have keggers with booming music and it would hide scared for its life in the closet. I swear one night i caught one of drunken roomates molesting it, i think he thought he was messing around with a girl. Eventually the cat was trying to commit suicide. He used to jump from our 3rd floor balcony and NOT land on his feet. He seemed somewhat dissapointed that he did not die. My roomate would lure him back with a can of tuna. We finnaly convinced him to turn Coach into the humane society, but by then im afraid the cat was scarred for life, and would never like humans again.