One of the outdoor cats my wife feeds was killed the other day.
That’s not the worst of it though, indeed pretty well anyone who has an outdoor cat is going to have to go through this sooner or later, it’s a fact of life. It’s the way it happened that has eroded a little more of my faith in humanity.
The person who did it didn’t bother to come to the house to say anything so the cat could have a proper burial (most everyone in the neighborhood knows where the cat sleeps at night, even though it’s not strictly speaking “our cat”.. they also know that this cat had kittens living on our porch). They didn’t even leave it on the side of the road. No, they walked a good thirty feet to a dumpster and threw the body away like a piece of garbage.
The people in the “trailer park without wheels” across the street seem pretty convinced it was the “doctors” who live on the corner. It makes sense, when you think about it, because they get on the gas at the end of their driveway and don’t let off until the stop sign up the other end of the street (if they even feel like stopping for it that particular day).
These stupid people, who are doctors so should have had some kind of experience with trauma rooms at some point or another, drive at almost 50mph past an apartment complex full of silly redneck kids with almost no brains. It makes probable sense that they’d be the ones hitting cats on this street, but think about how many kids play out there – what’s next, are they going to hit a kid? Will they throw the kid in the dumpster?
The worst part about living in a small town is that because they’re the town doctors they get away with this crap, when they should be getting failure-to-stop and speeding tickets all over town. I’ve almost been arse-ended by the female doctor twice while driving down the main street, does she have to kill a person before someone gets off their ass and does something?