To whomever set out poisoned food for the many feral cats around here: Words are not enough. As irritating as all those strays are, were, there is no excuse for such evil, repulsive behavior. Once, I had a cat who never hissed or scratched. He bit me once, tasted my blood, then got scared and felt real bad. Hs eyes were blue and he had silver hair, much like my father who has passed. I swear to you he understood most of the words I said. But now, because of you, he is dead. You murdered a member of my family, you sick jerk. Say hello to karma for me—because it will be coming for you.
