Mom had a crazy cat. She (the kitty) was a nice, loving little gray furball until she went in to be fixed. somehow in the process they broke her and she became an insane beast. Like purring one moment then trying to claw your hand to death, hissing and spitting and hiding. Her big joy was to be let out into the garage where she would climb up this rack near a bunch of paint cans and just veg out. I think she was huffing paint fumes because she was the prototypical 'boneless cat' and could be picked up and carried after a couple hours in the garage.

She died like a year later.