We were awakened around 5:30 by kitten screams and something banging against the side of the house. A dog caught two of our outside kittens. He literally knocked down a piece of underpinning to grab them from under the house. We thought it was just one kitten at first. We found one dead, but there was another one dying nearby. I know it was a dog, because the kittens were wet all over, and oh yeah, the giant puncture wounds. Luckily for him, he was gone when we got outside. I know dogs gotta dog but I feel like if I found this particular dog, I could kill it with my bare hands.
Squeaky didn't understand what was going on, or why Mama was so clingy when she came back inside. I've progressed rapidly through the five stages of grief, but I admit, I stayed a long time on anger. We've lost outside cats before, but never from anything this violent, not that we witnessed.
