(no subject)
So, I wake up this morning to a call from my Mom, who was crying, and turns out justifyably so: her cat, a very awesome cat, Buttons, had died. She horribly found what was left of him outside her condo. Apparently coyotes have been moving into Phoenix from paradoxically ongoing construction forcing them out of their homes and the huge areas of abandoned property that allow them to wander through the city unmolested. This now makes seven family pets that I know of that have been killed by coyotes during my life. The cat was an old cat, but a good cat. Like, he would bring stray cats into the house and lead them to his food. Seriously. He was like the Mother Teresa of cats. It's really really horrible.