You don’t call it ‘savage’ when justice is on your side.
When someone does bad things, they deserve what comes around, and he was the worst of them all.
He terrorized us. Day after day, with no end, and no mercy.
A despot who, when verbal intimidation failed, leapt at the chance to draw blood. Some days, he leapt first.
So it was only right that we banded together, stabbing, scratching, swatting.
He may have only lost an eye, but the vet’s cone around his neck proves we won.
And as any cat will tell you, pride is what matters.