Last Saturday my cat went missing. Her name was Narly and I got her when I was eleven years old. She was small, soft, gentle, and extremely affectionate. Children loved her for it. She had just turned nine and was mainly an outdoor cat but never left the yard; the most she would do was perch on top of the fence because she liked being high up. Anyways, I waited a day to see if she would turn up or if she just got locked in someone's garage or something (since it is the middle of summer), but no luck. I called the SPCA to see if they had picked her up or had her dropped off, but still no luck. After posting her picture and information on the SPCA website and hanging up posters on the streets around my home I decided to go looking for her. I had been calling her from my yard since she had disappeared but for the first time in 9 years she didn't come prancing around the corner at the sound of her name. I left my house for the sidewalk behind my property and saw that the tall grass had been trampled down up to our fence. There was also a large empty case of beer and a trail of blood on the concrete. I walked farther down the sidewalk until I got to a really bushy area separating the sidewalk from the field of the elementary school. Again, I saw that the grass had been trampled down and some of the branches were snapped. I followed the trail deeper into the bush and found empty beer cans, a bloody swiss army knife, and my dismembered cat covered in flies.

People make me absolutely sick. And that is all I can say.