My Precious Kitties

A couple of weeks ago a stray, three-legged dog showed up on our driveway. We named him Flint after a pirate.  I’m the one that feeds him, so he follows me around day and night. He thinks he is my dog. When he came my cats started disappearing. I have 5 cats, well, not anymore.  On Tuesday, when I was getting in the car to go to my writing class, there was some commotion in the barn.  I ran over there to see one of my cats being ripped to shreds by all four of my dogs. Flint was the ring-leader! I ran and got an axe (it’s okay, I was using it to scare them away), but the axe didn’t work. I frantically called for help. Taylor, Josh, and my Mom came to stop the fighting. Lily, the cat, jumped on a rafter in the barn, but that didn’t matter to the dogs. Pretty soon they were fighting on the rafters! Lily finally jumped to a rafter that the dogs couldn’t get to. She was safe… we thought… Josh didn’t know that Lily was on the garage door to the barn so when he started to shut it, Lily fell! CRACK! I heard Lily’s bones hit the cement floor. The dogs saw what happened and then attacked her again!  Flint had Lily’s throat and for the first time I HIT FLINT (yeah, I know I’m horrible) but, in the long run Lily is still alive and my little Flint is going to the pound.  I don't feel very good about it, but I wonder what has happened to my other kitties, Granola, Annie, and Purdy. 

 See ya,

Hayley

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