TOM CAT PO-WUM
"The screech of the tom cat cuts through the tranquil night, slicing into peoples sleep like a bayonet slash.
Peaceful slumber is stolen from the neighborhood. The smiling sleep of children replaced by concerned frowns.
Then, barely audible to the now wide awake community, comes the soft phhttttt.....
Followed by the sudden shriek of agony.
Justice and discipline, Both travel hand in hand.
Inserted into the tom cat by a .177 caliber pellet traveling at approximately 900 feet per second (fps).
The silence broken only by the return of the crickets chirping and the satisfied smiles of the community.
Silently and privately thanking the mysterious marksman who they will later condemn publicly, with little speculation about his identity.
But, for the moment, a wave of gratitude, sweet and secret, washes over all.
But for the tom cat. Who despite being sore, knows that he's lucky the gringo doesn't have a shotgun."
Then the fucking dog starts barking.