It was early monday morning when I awoke to my brother and my mom screaming. I shot out of bed and put on pants. I walked outside to find my mom holding my cat. My cat was bloody and barely alive. She raced off to the vet, but there was nothing they could do. My cat died from wounds she had received from 2 dogs that had attacked her. They corned her on our porch and when she tried to make a run for it they got her. When my mom went off to the vet we had to look for our second cat. We found her 3 stories up in a tree. She then fell out of the tree. She didn't break anything but she is banged up. I set off looking for the dogs with my cricket bat in hand. I actually saw one of the dogs, but my mom told me to not go near it. It took everything I had not to run after that bastard dog and beat the living shit out of it. The worst part about it is that it happened on our porch so every time I walk out I find fur and blood. It didn't affect me that day, but it really just hit me tonight when I went to feed our 2 remaining cats and "sidney" wasn't there. These same two dogs have killed one of our neighbors cats as well. Some of you may not care, but I needed some way to get it out. This is a true story. Anyway for those of you that read this thanks for listening.