My dog killed the neighbor's cat
Saturday, June 29, 2013
I feel so awful. In some ways, the responsibility is equally both of ours; they have several cats that they don't really take care of; but still.
We don't really know what happened; we got a panicked call from the neighbor that our dog might have their cat, so we all ran outside, but by the time we got to the front yard, it was too late. It didn't look bad, so most likely Ozzy just broke her neck. He's got some bird-dog in him, so there was little injury that we could see.
The neighbor's son came over and gently picked her up and took her home while I held Ozzy. There was just nothing to do at that point; she had come in our yard, and well, he's a known cat chaser.
The funny thing is that he doesn't chase my outdoor cat, Wobbles; she's ancient, and can't come in because she's half feral and pees on things. I wish she would come in, but she's very uncomfortable, and wants out immediately, and won't use the litter box. She's just our porch cat; that's really all she does, is sleep on the porch, eat, and poop about 3 feet from the porch. When she met him, instead of running, she ripped a hole in his nose, and he left her alone after that. That cat has never been afraid of anything in her life. Now they coexist peacefully, she always gets fed before he does, and he knows who's boss.
These are very good neighbors, thankfully; they're not going to call animal control or anything; they know that it wasn't our fault, and they actually love Ozzy (they're always making him fat by feeding him treats over the fence.)
Maybe they won't give him so many treats; but I doubt it.
I just feel terrible. Dogs will be dogs, and cats will be cats. And honestly, I was half afraid that he might do the same to our cats, which is one of the reasons we made my old man Noodles an indoor kitty; he doesn't run like he used to, and the other neighbors had an aggressive dog that chased him, too. The new kitty has only been outside twice, and that wasn't by choice; he snuck out through a hole in the floor. He is curious as hell though.
I'm just all sniffly now. I hate when any animal dies; it's worse when it's violent, and effectively my fault.