We bought my grandmother a small taser at the local gun shop to protect herself. She had two handguns, and the last thing a person needs is to be taking care of someone with alzheimers, who can't remember people, to be armed and ready to shoot strangers as they come in the house. Anyway, she was handicap, which is why she felt safer with a mode of defense, she couldn't walk out of a bad situation like most people. We had the arming switch modified by the gun shop. The stock switch was VERY hard to press down as a mode of child protection, and with her weak muscles and old age, she couldn't operate it. So the guy put a different rocker switch on that was really easy to push. One day my grandmother called my Mom and I to come take the cat to the vet, because she said it was freaking out like it had gone insane, and its hair was coming off like it had cancer. We didn't know what could have happened because the cat was perfectly fine the day before. She slept with the Tazer in the bed, and you guys all know what's coming next.
She got up that morning and left the Tazer on the other side of the bed like always. When Mom and I got to the house, she was exactly right. The cat was walking like it was super messed up on acid, and it was twitching a good bit. The hair was missing in patches on its tail, and the house smelled like burnt hair. We rushed the cat to the vet without giving it much thought. The vet looked the cat over, and was very sure of the diagnosis. This cat had been electrocuted. Mom and I just listened to the doc and acted surprised, and when we walked out the door of the vets office we both busted out laughing. We knew exactly what happened to that cat, but we didn't want to say anything to the vet. The two cats were rolling around playing on the bed, and apparently mashed the tazer just right to activate the sensitive switch, and it got a buzz, literally. I had forgotten all about it until I read Rob's story.