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On Saturday morning, my dear old cat Patches, who was 19 and still going strong, was killed by two Pit Bulls that were roaming the neighborhood.
Patches was a feral cat that we took in when she was 1 year old. She wasn't very nice until she was 12, but she was a good mouser and kept to herself. She was a stunning calico cat with a strong dose of torti-tude. When she got older and finally settled down a little, she started acting more like a house cat, including sleeping on laps.
In her old age, she stopped mousing, and started surveying her old territory on the front porch every morning before coming in to nap. It was really nice to finally see her understand that people were nice to sleep on. She would even rub up against you for attention, and she devotedly slept with my parents every night (unless my brother was home, in which case, she went straight to his room as soon as she heard his car come in).
She actually started becoming nice because my fiance was trying to torment her. She used to try to scratch everyone who pet her. He got fed up and said "Oh yeah? How do you like it?" and poked her head several times. She purred. He poked harder and faster. She purred harder and faster.
Amusing. All her life we tried to give her love by petting her gently down her back. All she really wanted was for us to beat her on her head. Go figure. After this event, she slowly started becoming sweet. Though she continued to be annoyed if you pet her down her back, and especially if you touched her tail. But head "beatings" were quite approved.
I still remember the first time she meowed, not for food or a door, but for attention. She kept yowling and circling around, and when I followed her, she didn't walk to a door or to the kitchen. So finally I picked her up. And she purred. My mom didn't believe that she had been meowing all afternoon simply because she wanted to be picked up and given a head scratch.
On Saturday, my parents let her out for her porch time. About 15 minutes later, they heard some strange thudding on the door. My dad went to the door to find two pit bulls had just attacked and killed Patches.
The dogs ran off, and he followed in the car. My mother called the police and animal control. Before the police could arrive, the dogs found two more cats, also sitting on their front porch. Both cats were killed.
My dad and the other cat owner were able to keep one dog around with some food. The other dog was not found, but all the neighbors were scrambling to find their children and cats.
I am so ANGRY! Patches was 19, but this was not how she was supposed to go. We were supposed to take her to the vet one day when her arthritis and kidneys finally got the best of her and let her go peacefully while being pet (or head thudded, in this case) by people who love her. She was not supposed to be attacked, scared and alone, by two vicious dogs.
The dogs had collars, BTW. Unfortunately, they did not have tags. I wish they did. I want to take their owners to court. Presumably the found dog was going to get put down at the shelter. That's really not justice though. The dog isn't at fault for being born. The owner is at fault for a) owning a vicious dog and b) letting it get out.
I just can't understand what IDIOT let their PIT BULL get out. What if it was Monday morning with the neighborhood kids walking to school? These $%$& dogs killed at least 3 cats that morning, and probably more.
I hate these dogs. I hate their owners.
...sigh...
And no one better flame me about how nice their pit bull is. Quite frankly, I don't give a %&!! right now.
Patches was a feral cat that we took in when she was 1 year old. She wasn't very nice until she was 12, but she was a good mouser and kept to herself. She was a stunning calico cat with a strong dose of torti-tude. When she got older and finally settled down a little, she started acting more like a house cat, including sleeping on laps.
In her old age, she stopped mousing, and started surveying her old territory on the front porch every morning before coming in to nap. It was really nice to finally see her understand that people were nice to sleep on. She would even rub up against you for attention, and she devotedly slept with my parents every night (unless my brother was home, in which case, she went straight to his room as soon as she heard his car come in).
She actually started becoming nice because my fiance was trying to torment her. She used to try to scratch everyone who pet her. He got fed up and said "Oh yeah? How do you like it?" and poked her head several times. She purred. He poked harder and faster. She purred harder and faster.
Amusing. All her life we tried to give her love by petting her gently down her back. All she really wanted was for us to beat her on her head. Go figure. After this event, she slowly started becoming sweet. Though she continued to be annoyed if you pet her down her back, and especially if you touched her tail. But head "beatings" were quite approved.
I still remember the first time she meowed, not for food or a door, but for attention. She kept yowling and circling around, and when I followed her, she didn't walk to a door or to the kitchen. So finally I picked her up. And she purred. My mom didn't believe that she had been meowing all afternoon simply because she wanted to be picked up and given a head scratch.
On Saturday, my parents let her out for her porch time. About 15 minutes later, they heard some strange thudding on the door. My dad went to the door to find two pit bulls had just attacked and killed Patches.
The dogs ran off, and he followed in the car. My mother called the police and animal control. Before the police could arrive, the dogs found two more cats, also sitting on their front porch. Both cats were killed.
My dad and the other cat owner were able to keep one dog around with some food. The other dog was not found, but all the neighbors were scrambling to find their children and cats.
I am so ANGRY! Patches was 19, but this was not how she was supposed to go. We were supposed to take her to the vet one day when her arthritis and kidneys finally got the best of her and let her go peacefully while being pet (or head thudded, in this case) by people who love her. She was not supposed to be attacked, scared and alone, by two vicious dogs.
The dogs had collars, BTW. Unfortunately, they did not have tags. I wish they did. I want to take their owners to court. Presumably the found dog was going to get put down at the shelter. That's really not justice though. The dog isn't at fault for being born. The owner is at fault for a) owning a vicious dog and b) letting it get out.
I just can't understand what IDIOT let their PIT BULL get out. What if it was Monday morning with the neighborhood kids walking to school? These $%$& dogs killed at least 3 cats that morning, and probably more.
I hate these dogs. I hate their owners.
...sigh...
And no one better flame me about how nice their pit bull is. Quite frankly, I don't give a %&!! right now.
