I’ll begin my story by saying that I really like cats! I grew up on a farm and we had cats - lots of cats. I liked all of them and when I was young I took them riding in my doll buggy. I had fun and they didn’t mind the ride.
Over the years I’ve had several cats. My favorite was a big orange cat named Ralph. He had eleven peaceful years until two pit bulls came to visit- uninvited, of course. Then got in the storage room where Ralph was and that is how he met his tragic death.
The point of my story is - several months ago two cats showed up at my house. I wasn’t looking for a cat, but apparently they were looking for a home. I fed them and made them an outside bed- thus my home became their home. They were never very tame, but that was okay as I didn’t bother them and they didn’t bother me. Apparently, some person or persons thought they were a bother, so they poisoned them. Such a cowardly act!!
