Street of Nightmares Claims Another Victim. Chachi is Dead.

There are people who should never have cats. And there people who should never be allowed behind the wheel of a car.

Chachi died last night. The old man found him beside the street. One eye was hanging from its socket. His neck was broken, jaw too. He'd been hit by a car.

The street is short, narrow and dead ends. Nonetheless, issued drivers race down that short street at up to 50 mph, slam on their brakes and enter their driveways. One of these assholes, using a car to take out their frustrations and anger, killed a sweet little green eyed kitty last night.

Chachi never had it easy. He roamed into the old man's colony about two months ago, right after the dog attacks killed about 16 cats there. I had gone door to door after the dog attacks, trying to find the killer dog. A woman around the corner said she had two orange cats but both were fixed. Chachi wasn't neutered so I didn't think he was hers. I got him neutered. The old man and I were trying to find him a home.

Later on, a neighbor who lives behind the woman who said her two orange cats were fixed, said Chachi had belonged to that woman originally, but she threw him out and that she had seen the woman's kids tossing Chachi around like a baseball, in the backyard. The neighbor said she could see why the little guy thought the kind old man was his savior, compared to that woman and her abusive kids.

So Chachi made himself at home with the old man and the rest of the caste off and abused cats of these two trash and junk filled Albany streets of nightmares.

Until last night. Chachi is dead. Again, I am in a rage over the uncaring unthinking irresponsible white trash assholes who live on the Street of Nightmares.