I'm very sad today.
I took these photos back in October 2014 of a neighbourhood cat I have always called Ninja cat. He was quite a character and would torment Annie. He would lurk in the bushes, jump out at her, follow us home and sit on our garden wall until we let Annie into our back garden to see him off. I'm sure when he jumped off that wall he was laughing at us.
I was walking past his home today when his owner came to tell me that Annie was safe to pass her house now as Freddie (his real name) won't be bothering her anymore. I was shocked to learn that last week some callous bastard (I make no apologies for my language) had set his dog on to him late one night and Freddie was so badly injured he had to be put to sleep. What makes it worse is that Freddie was the first pet of our neighbour's eleven year old son. Freddie was only seven years old.
The incident happened on the street, a few doors away from our neighbour's home and the matter has been reported to the police. It seems that the police have someone on their radar for doing this crime as it's happened before. Apparently he goes 'lamping' late at night. Unfortunately they don't have the actual proof that it was him.
I can only weep. Bloody thug.