Horror in the back Barn (Warning: Graphic Photos)

Dark night. Late. Full moon. The back of the barn is dark. I'm looking for a kitten, orange and white, behind cobweb encrusted sheets of old corrugated aluminum held against the back of the barn by a rotted 2x4 and one nail. The other end of the 2x4, also held by one nail, is so rotted, when I jiggle a piece of rusted gate, also leaned against the other junk, that end of the 2x4 falls, beginning a cascade of falling junk. My foot is cut by something sharp. I jump backwards, avoiding most of the fallout.

I stick my head again, through the tangled dirty cobwebs, between the junk and the back of the barn, my flashlight tucked under one arm, net in one hand. The kitten is still there.

I look down. Below me is an old junker cupboard. It's what is laid out, precisely, surgically, on the bottom of the dirty white cupboard, that takes my breath.

Kitten parts.

There are three paws and a little black tail. I suck in my breath, staring. It's unbelievable.

The limbs and tail are cut off sharp. I quickly look behind me. I see the face of some evil little boy serial killer-to-be in my mind. I'm checking every shadow of the creaking barn.

Then I see something else. A head, is it? Half a kitten head, still bloody.

Another kitten pops up atop the cupboard. I see the kitten there and the kitten has not seen me. I reach over very slowly and quietly and grab the kitten by the scruff and pop him into a carrier, saving him I want to believe, from some horror death, of being dismembered. But by what?

A dog? Dogs kill cats and kittens all the time but the only dogs around here are big dogs and could not do such precision cutting off of tiny limbs. A fox? A hungry fox would have eaten all of the kitten and would not have done so right there. An owl? Owls don't eat kittens back inside an old cabinet covered in junk. Neither do hawks or coyotes or anything else I could think of.

I was back to thinking "really sicko little monster kid".

I was back to looking over my shoulder. It was after midnight. Moon was full and bright.

The orange and white kitten was behind all that junk in the pile. He was behind huge sheets of corrugated metal and heavy metal rusted gates and wood sheets. But I wasn't leaving him there, for the dismemberment monster. No way. I moved it all, by flashlight, which wasn't easy, and finally netted him. Both kittens are in the car. I also trapped one of the mothers. I had not been happy to hear there were more unfixed cats at the BS, that's for sure.

I don't want more kittens here. I took photos of the dissected body parts, hoping maybe those photos would help me find someone willing to foster these two kittens, to save them from that.

So I'm posting those photos. I have two kittens who need somewhere. I have coccidia in my spare bedroom, with the kittens there, so they can't go in there, and I have ringworm in my garage, so they can't stay in there either. No place here for two more. No life in monster barn for them either. Where can two kittens go?


The orange and white kitten, hiding behind piles of junk. I did get him out of there, but it took some doing.