So this dog is clearly up to no good - he looks strangely like he knows what he's doing... like he has a purpose for loitering in front of the cat haven that is my neighbor's home.
THEN - my friend hits the brakes - I'm like "WHAT?" and we see it... a freaking Jack Russell Terrier running out of my neighbor's pig pen yard carrying a DEAD CAT IN IT'S MOUTH!!!!!!! I jump out of the car and sprint into a full Chariots of Fire run down my street, ready to kick this little dog's ASS and he's fast... oh yes - he's faster than he really ought to be with those stubby little legs and a 20-POUND CAT IN HIS MOUTH! And as I'm running by my friend/neighbor, Amy's, house, she bolts out as well and we're both running and screaming at this little hellion and ready to take him down. But... we couldn't catch him.
He's SO lucky he didn't meet up with me. I love animals - but when one kills another - in front of me - I freak. I go crazy. Especially since my sweet cats are now kibbles and bits in this punk puppy's little stomach or some coyote just like him.
I want to kill this little dog. OK not kill - but something like it. I'm pissed. I loved my cats and I'm sure that Mr. W (the neighbor) actually likes all 18 cats of his too, even though that's a whole other story. I can't believe someone lets their dogs get out over and over to just roam the hood eating innocent cats. Amy said her little boys witnessed this very dog killing another cat a few weeks ago. WHAT is going on?
I'm feelin like a gangsta and I'm crazy. And I'm gonna get this little punk and pop him. I'll make him squeal like his life depends on it and raise my fist up in a rage shouting out my beloved cats' names... "JAVA - SOPHIE - TOONCES - I AVENGE YOUR TRAGIC DEATHS AND VOW ON MY HONOR TO MAKE THIS DAWG PAY WITH HIS VERY LIFE AND THAT OF HIS OFFSPRING AND CHEW TOYS!!!!"
Or perhaps I'll let my 180-pound Mastiff out to give the little guy a run for his money that he'd never forget. Ugh. Sad. **Sniff, Sniff** Poor kitty kitty.
