Cat Fight At 4:30 a.m.

Cat Fight At 4:30 a.m.

(This Coffee Stain is a blast from the past)

Mystery shrouds our neighborhood.  Some criminal has been killing cats.  I know because an anguished cat lover put an announcement of this fact in everyone’s mailbox so that we can be on the lookout for Jack the Katnipper.

I’m not particularly attached to cats, but I don’t dislike them either.

I still have good memories of my Grandpa Porter’s cat, “Tom”, (he also had a dog name Churchill, so baptized because he hung out often at the church up the hill). We laughed hilariously at the antics of my daughter’s cat Betty.

So I wasn’t particularly happy to learn that someone was bumping off felines.  I imagined a strange, lonely old man taking vengeance for his unfulfilled life on the neighborhood kitties.

Why would anyone want to kill a cat ?

The other night about 4:30, up on the clay-tiled roof of our house I heard, “Bump, bump, meeeeeooooowww!”  I thought, “Stupid cat!  What’s going on over there?”  It sounded like the neighbor was remodeling his house in the middle of the night and had stepped on a sleeping cat in the dark.   Continue reading