I learned years ago not to do anything (except wait) when I'm angry. I think it has something to do with my Irish temper. Anyway, I am now going to ignore that lesson and react to a situation while I am still angry.
Yesterday, a neighbor's cat crawled home with an arrow protruding from its body. My neighbor, Jean, cut the bulk of the arrow off and took her pet to the vet's. Unfortunately, Paws did not make it.
That saddens me because I know how much my cats mean to me and Jean's mean as much to her. It angers me even more because the arrow was a transmitter-tracking arrow. What does that tell me? It tells me that Paws didn't meet a kid with a simple bow and arrow playing cowboys and Indians. It tells me that an adult was directly responsible for the murder of this pet. He himself shot that little animal deliberately or he left lethal equipment accessible to a child. This was a cold-blooded act to cause pain to an animal and its owner.
And dear readers, don't dream up defenses for the shooter or try to blame the cat. I'm in no mood to listen.