Psycho. The Serial Killer Cat. A True Story.
Friday, March 16, 2012
This hub is not for everyone. A lot of facts involving this cat have not been discussed because of the graphic nature in which he destroyed other cats. I named him Psycho. Whether , or not the name fits his nature can only be determined by individuals that study animals . Please understand that most cats are friendly , and make wonderful pets. Today we have nine cats, and everyone of them is a joy to have.
Everything I say here is true about him. I never wanted to write about him because cats are known for being some of the most wonderful, fascinating lovable animals, and they make great pets. I know this as being true because my family has had cats, and dogs for pets for many years. I can safely say that I know a thing , or two about cats and dogs. However I never understood why Psycho was a full fledged killer cat.
It all began years ago. My mother had house cats the same as we did. Her cats were gentle, as were ours. All of our cats enjoyed the outdoors, and when the female cats had kittens , my mother, and I, and my wife Joann would figure out how to help the new mother cats learn how to take good care of their babies because they would have their kittens outdoors.
We all made sure the mother cats had clean boxes for their kittens . We would even buy special milk for the kittens from supermarkets, or from veterinarians . And we helped the mother cats feed their babies with small plastic bottles. When kittens were old enough to be given new homes, we interviewed people to make sure that the kittens would have nice places to live. It always broke my heart to have to find other homes for kittens, but we had no choice.
Where in the world did we find those plastic bottles I do not recall, but we always managed to have them around our kitchen drawer by our kitchen utensils. We also kept eye droppers for medicine for our cats. Cats are like humans. They get sick easily in cold wet weather. We kept close tabs on temperature changes that would cause them to sneeze. We were not veterinarians, but we received a lot of free advice by talking to vets. Sure ! We paid vets for treating animals, but there were times when we did not have much money.
Today all our cats are either neutered, or spayed.
To get back to the narrative let me say that our pets would come up missing. We wondered what had happened to them, but we noticed a large male cat that would swiftly move around from place to place , under our homes, and around our yards.
Then one day I heard our cat Whitey hissing. Whitey was my cat. He was the father cat that looked after all the cats in our yards. He was the protector. He was brave , and was trying to fight a large orange stray cat that was on the other side of our front screen door . The stray cat stood his position , and hissed , and growled. Both cats were almost nose to nose, but the screen door was between them.
Whitey wanted to fight the other cat so badly. The stray cat did not run when it saw me until I opened the screen door to chase it away.
Well in the beginning I definitely tried to see if the stray could be saved, or rescued, or fed, or in some way given food , and care. But what I did not know was that it did not want my help. I guess this may sound a bit out of sorts, but I felt Psycho was not in any way, or form a domesticated cat.
I never exactly saw Psycho kill a cat, but I saw him fight them, and he was deadly, and vicious.
One day I saw him do hurt a cat. I saw a cat running away from him from under my mother's house. The cat that was running was so frightened that it made a straight line for the highway where it was hit by a car immediately. I heard a car jam on it's breaks , and then I heard the Psycho's victim cat scream . I knew what had happened.
Psycho also left lifeless cats lying around. Female cats were his usual victims . I think he also knew how to use the highway like it was his method of preference.
Our mother cat Smokey was killed by Psycho. Next door neighbors did not know why some of their cats were missing. I discovered small bones from cats in the woods. Some cats tried to escape from him threw the woods. I saw cats when they ran in the woods with him after them. He was smart enough to find food anywhere. To my knowledge he did not kill other cats for food. I think he may have been and over territorial cat.
My cat Whitey wanted to fight Psycho badly. Whitey was injured trying to fight him. Whitey injured his own claws from his front paws. I had to have Whitey's front claws removed to save his life. Whitey loved the outdoors, and could not climb trees anymore. However he received a lot of love from Joann, and I, and Becky, and from my mother, when my mother was alive.
Mom's sweet little cat "Buster," was outside for a while.
We never saw Buster again. Mom did not want Buster to ever go outdoors , but he kept insisting on wanting to go outside. We never saw him again.
A lot about This cat has not been discussed. He was the only one I ever saw like him in my life. I never saw a cat do what Psycho did.
No one knows exactly what happened to Psycho. All I know is that we never saw him again after his killing spree.
God Bless Everyone.