Seven cats sat along the back wall.
josh
Scrappy, slinky, smelly, svelte, serpentine, silent, sassy, they sat along that wall and watched every step I took.
Six days later and they were still there, a mass of fur becoming matted and tangled. Still watching me. Sadly I began to lose my mind.
Something inside of me snapped and I knew I had to destroy them. Shots fired into the abyss of the garden in the direction of the seven cats that sat along the back wall.
Small bullet holes were scattered over their bodies, but still they sat.
Seriously, how the fuck do you get rid of strays?