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Tonight I walked out into the barn and sensed that terrible presence. For the past few weeks someone or something has been living in the barn, stealing what it could and scaring off all the animals. Something had to be done, but I had to make sure everything was nice and legal first.
Tonight was the night. I saw him there, he was mumbling something incoherent and hissing like a maniac at the cats trying to eat their food he was stealing. I had had enough. Going back into the house I grabbed my Walther P22 and loaded the magazine. I went out to the barn again to size up the situation. He was looking at me with death and murder in his eye and still hissing like some wild animal at everything that came near. I took a step back and he went back to enjoying his stolen cat food. The whole place stunk of his urine. I racked the slide slowly, and thumbed off the safety. The cats had safely retreated and the horses also knew whats coming. I squeezed off a shot into his center body mass to make sure I wouldn't miss, but I was only about 5ft away so the chances of that were nil but I wanted to make sure the deed was done. He slumped over immediately, his limbs flying, kicking gravel everywhere. I squeezed another shot into him and he slowly started to stop twitching.
It was over.
... I had taken care of the nasty feral tomcat that had made our place home and was terrorizing all our animals.
Vostok 7
Tonight was the night. I saw him there, he was mumbling something incoherent and hissing like a maniac at the cats trying to eat their food he was stealing. I had had enough. Going back into the house I grabbed my Walther P22 and loaded the magazine. I went out to the barn again to size up the situation. He was looking at me with death and murder in his eye and still hissing like some wild animal at everything that came near. I took a step back and he went back to enjoying his stolen cat food. The whole place stunk of his urine. I racked the slide slowly, and thumbed off the safety. The cats had safely retreated and the horses also knew whats coming. I squeezed off a shot into his center body mass to make sure I wouldn't miss, but I was only about 5ft away so the chances of that were nil but I wanted to make sure the deed was done. He slumped over immediately, his limbs flying, kicking gravel everywhere. I squeezed another shot into him and he slowly started to stop twitching.
It was over.
... I had taken care of the nasty feral tomcat that had made our place home and was terrorizing all our animals.
Vostok 7
