Good Riddance, Fuckers!
The people I assume shot and killed my cat, Onyx (the sweetest thing in my world, who would come to you when you cried) are moving! Finally! They'd recently moved in when it happened. They have two teenage boys. All other neighbors are older and I wouldn't expect them go around shooting pets with a pellet gun. All I can figure, since I never had the courage to ask, because I know what I would have done if one of them confessed, is that Onyx had been prowling around their rabbits, which they didn't keep very well-penned in. In fact, those rabbits got out three times just this summer and we helped chase them down and return them. They sure do like running...er, hopping away.
I always wanted to keep cats in, but my dad was (surely not anymore) one of those people who thought cats can take care of themselves. If any of your cats were street rescues then you know how hard it is to keep them from getting out. They'll always be at the door meowing at the top of their lungs and refusing to use the litter box; at least, all of mine did. Don't let them out without an enclosure. I read about cat fences before this incident, but I was too late to get one. I've had many pets over the years. Until March 29, 2010 I'd never been without one. Now I don't see how I could ever want a pet again that has such a short lifespan. Most of my pets ended up with some sort of disease that took them too soon.