There’s a family a couple of blocks from me that could be called this although I don’t think it’s intentional on their part. They operate more or less a free range cat colony and the cats keep getting run over because it’s a busy neighborhood with narrow streets and cars parked all along them. I drive very slowly here (there are also lots of kids around) but most people don’t.
Long time ago I had one of those “single property renovator man” types move in to replace the nice neighbor girl next door. You know, instantly they freshen up the backyard and put a dozen cameras all over the place.
We let my kitten out back at night for a little exploring. Walled back yard. Within a span of a few minutes found her dead by our sliding glass door with a head wound. We didn’t know what happened at the time. Too shocking to think straight.
But a few days later, the asshole is plinking beer cans in his backyard with some family members or something. Errant rounds are pinging off our windows and leaving rust stains in our pool.
We call the police because someone is discharging dangerous projectiles within city limits, at our house, and the lone, bothered, podgy lawman gives us the “Jus’ sum good ol’ boys, I asked them to take it easy.” routine.
I’m glad I never got this man’s actual name. I’m afraid of what I’d do with it now that we don’t live there anymore. I figure there’s nothing worse I could do to him than the pathetic existence he leads on his way to hell anyway.
I’m sorry… Cat killers?
Hopefully, they just look like people that would be the type to kill cats. Otherwise, they live by psychos.
There’s a family a couple of blocks from me that could be called this although I don’t think it’s intentional on their part. They operate more or less a free range cat colony and the cats keep getting run over because it’s a busy neighborhood with narrow streets and cars parked all along them. I drive very slowly here (there are also lots of kids around) but most people don’t.
Cat hoarders do no one any good.
Long time ago I had one of those “single property renovator man” types move in to replace the nice neighbor girl next door. You know, instantly they freshen up the backyard and put a dozen cameras all over the place.
We let my kitten out back at night for a little exploring. Walled back yard. Within a span of a few minutes found her dead by our sliding glass door with a head wound. We didn’t know what happened at the time. Too shocking to think straight.
But a few days later, the asshole is plinking beer cans in his backyard with some family members or something. Errant rounds are pinging off our windows and leaving rust stains in our pool.
We call the police because someone is discharging dangerous projectiles within city limits, at our house, and the lone, bothered, podgy lawman gives us the “Jus’ sum good ol’ boys, I asked them to take it easy.” routine.
I’m glad I never got this man’s actual name. I’m afraid of what I’d do with it now that we don’t live there anymore. I figure there’s nothing worse I could do to him than the pathetic existence he leads on his way to hell anyway.