I'm so sick of these f*cking bastards next door...
Okay, let's get this straight. I live in Memphis, TN, the murder capital of the world. Also the hub of all Pit Bull owners. I just moved into a house in a nice neighborhood. Everyone's (lower) middle class, with a love for their yards, cars, and 1940's homes. Unfortunately I live next to one of just a handful of rental properties.
So guess who moves in next? A white trash bitch and her wigger thug boyfriend. Like a week after we buy our house. They then bring their 2 pit bull bitches and move them into the back yard. They also have a couple of kids and probably sell coke and pot out of their house. They have a lot of traffic. Anyway, I moved in in April. I'd say a couple of weeks after Easter I let my cats out at night because it's quiet. They decided to put their 2 pit bulls on their screened in porch. I told Andy that afternoon that the screen on the bottom half wasn't going to contain them. I wish I hadn't said that.
That night, right outside my window, I could hear the dogs loose, but it was dark and I couldn't see it. I thought the dogs were fighting because I heard a scream from the dog. The next morning, around 11 when I get up, 2 of my cats wouldn't come in. Boo, my 13 year old who was in good health and ALWAYS came when I called. Ayla, my youngest, who has claws was missing too. I wondered if Boo maybe got sick and died, but Ayla was REALLY young and shouldn't be sick. There was no signs of them around the house, and Ayla was the only one who would venture past my front yard.
My husband said that the following week they filled in a large hole on the side of their house. Large enough to dump a couple of cat bodies. Also, the screaming outside might have been due to Ayla sinking her claws into the goddamned beast's face. I can only hope she got something in.
After that, the pits got out regularly because they put them on their screened in porch. The cops have been called on them almost 4 times (3 of them because of the dogs.)
Then this morning, we get up at 7 and go outside to see Nicholas, my beautiful orange and white tabby with the Japanese flag on his side, brutally murdered in my front yard. The neighbors, who got up early as well, rushed into their car and wouldn't speak to us.
How much reasoning does it take to say that the GODDAMN PITBULLS GOT LOOSE LAST NIGHT and they were coming to clean up the mess? It burns me up to no end. Nicholas was the sweetest damn cat I ever had. He spent the last night cuddling with us, and because I let him outside last night he was ripped to shreds?!
I'm just sick over this. I can't believe in just a few months I lost 3 of my cats. Tsune is now banned from going outside, and I'm calling animal control because I can't handle this anymore. If this had been a small child you KNOW it would have been attacked. I have never wanted to put a bullet through the brain of a dog before, but I do now.
So guess who moves in next? A white trash bitch and her wigger thug boyfriend. Like a week after we buy our house. They then bring their 2 pit bull bitches and move them into the back yard. They also have a couple of kids and probably sell coke and pot out of their house. They have a lot of traffic. Anyway, I moved in in April. I'd say a couple of weeks after Easter I let my cats out at night because it's quiet. They decided to put their 2 pit bulls on their screened in porch. I told Andy that afternoon that the screen on the bottom half wasn't going to contain them. I wish I hadn't said that.
That night, right outside my window, I could hear the dogs loose, but it was dark and I couldn't see it. I thought the dogs were fighting because I heard a scream from the dog. The next morning, around 11 when I get up, 2 of my cats wouldn't come in. Boo, my 13 year old who was in good health and ALWAYS came when I called. Ayla, my youngest, who has claws was missing too. I wondered if Boo maybe got sick and died, but Ayla was REALLY young and shouldn't be sick. There was no signs of them around the house, and Ayla was the only one who would venture past my front yard.
My husband said that the following week they filled in a large hole on the side of their house. Large enough to dump a couple of cat bodies. Also, the screaming outside might have been due to Ayla sinking her claws into the goddamned beast's face. I can only hope she got something in.
After that, the pits got out regularly because they put them on their screened in porch. The cops have been called on them almost 4 times (3 of them because of the dogs.)
Then this morning, we get up at 7 and go outside to see Nicholas, my beautiful orange and white tabby with the Japanese flag on his side, brutally murdered in my front yard. The neighbors, who got up early as well, rushed into their car and wouldn't speak to us.
How much reasoning does it take to say that the GODDAMN PITBULLS GOT LOOSE LAST NIGHT and they were coming to clean up the mess? It burns me up to no end. Nicholas was the sweetest damn cat I ever had. He spent the last night cuddling with us, and because I let him outside last night he was ripped to shreds?!
I'm just sick over this. I can't believe in just a few months I lost 3 of my cats. Tsune is now banned from going outside, and I'm calling animal control because I can't handle this anymore. If this had been a small child you KNOW it would have been attacked. I have never wanted to put a bullet through the brain of a dog before, but I do now.