Oh no wait; it gets better. So we go in the next day to get some **** out (y'know, clothes and whatnot) and what does my fiance' find? THE GOD DAMNED OUTLINE OF THE KITTEN RIGHT INFRONT OF OUR CLOSET!!!! I think I'm gonna find someone and monkey stomp their brains out and mail them back to their mama.
Also, losing the kitten didn't bother me. Technically it was my cousin's cat. I'm more pissed about the potential damage to my computer.