I was in the middle of a family-related meltdown when it happened.
The two stray pit bulls were in my yard as I left the house to deal with my daughter's defiance over something stupid. I was gone for about ten minutes, and left some of her things at her boyfriend's apartment (with an eviction notice for her).
When I got back home the terriers were still in the yard, lounging around like it was their own! I asked the neighbors next door if they had any ideas about whose dogs these were, and proceeded to corral them into our backyard for their own safety (!) because no one knew anything, although the neighbors across the street had already called Animal Control while I was out. I was going to do it when I returned home, but was distracted with my "crisis."
Unbeknownst to me, they had killed a companion cat while I was out. I found Sandy Lion in the front yard a little while later after a neighbor informed me that she'd seen one of the dogs carrying "a white puppy around in its mouth." I immediately began to fear for my cats. The one who was killed has a white "bib" at her throat.
Animal Control only has two people on-call Sunday in this county, so it took well over two hours before they came and picked up the terriers who got out of the fence while we waited for them. We had to go out and babysit the terriers and one of the cats that we couldn't initially find and then we couldn't get her inside the house because she was so spooked by the dogs.
All in all, it has been a draining day and I feel I deserve a drink. My daughter is now doing as I asked her to do, as I have taken her privileges away and forbidden her to disrespect me from this day forward. That might last 24 hours. Who knows?