![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
So today Dad killed one of the cats. T-Bone was an elderly tortoiseshell kitty with a friendly but shy disposition. Tommy-Dude, my beloved and practically antedeluvian tomcat, is, despite his advanced years and decrepitude, an evil tyrant. He would not let her use the litterbox, and would beat her up whenever she tried to do so.
In cross-legged desperation, T-Bone tried to make do by pissing on my Mom's easy chair.
Dad was not amused, so today T-Bone received her death sentence. I'm not certain how he did it, but in the past, he's executed cats either by snapping their necks or by using an axe.
My sister is understandably upset. T-Bone was her cat, and lived with her for a couple of years. She wanted to take the cat home to her house, but T-Bone would have had to live in a kennel in a garage. Mom and Dad said they'd rather T-Bone be dead than live in a cage, so that's that.
In the meantime, Tommy-Dude grows fat and sassy, and mourns T-Bone not at all.
In cross-legged desperation, T-Bone tried to make do by pissing on my Mom's easy chair.
Dad was not amused, so today T-Bone received her death sentence. I'm not certain how he did it, but in the past, he's executed cats either by snapping their necks or by using an axe.
My sister is understandably upset. T-Bone was her cat, and lived with her for a couple of years. She wanted to take the cat home to her house, but T-Bone would have had to live in a kennel in a garage. Mom and Dad said they'd rather T-Bone be dead than live in a cage, so that's that.
In the meantime, Tommy-Dude grows fat and sassy, and mourns T-Bone not at all.
