A monster punctured a hole in Miso’s ear.
Animal abuse is the first sign of a sociopath. Mental illness.
Sociopaths lack empathy. It’s not conditional. Sociopaths are cruel to all living things, cats, dogs, even their own children. It’s a form of madness like munchausen by proxy.
Everyone knows who the sociopath is, right?
There’s a terrible unease when the sociopath is around. They lack basic social skills. Awkward laughing. Over-explaining. They force themselves to appear what they perceive as normal. Sociopaths cannot hide behind charm or wit. Colleagues secretly shudder working beside them. They’re the least liked person among their peers. Even their own children run away from them.
You may have heard a sociopath say, “I hate cats” or “It’s just a cat” but simply saying so isn’t enough for a sociopath. Sociopaths must also abuse. Harm. Even kill. Like OJ Simpson. Oh. That’s right. He was acquitted.🙄
Fortunately there are PLENTY of animal rights activists, and animal protection laws right here in Las Vegas. Animal abuse is a very, very serious crime.
I haven’t mentioned it before, I had my reasons, but now I’ll tell you. There’s a person who hates that I feed this cat. They hate my kindness for this cat. They hate my care and consideration for this cat. They hate my worry and concern for this cat. And they hate the love that’s grown for this cat, not just by me but by most everyone in the neighborhood.
They hate.
Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate.
Because choosing to be filled with hate is a reasonable way to live, apparently. Like Hitler.
Sociopath. You know who it is.
It’s like they’re jealous of our love for him.
I believe the universe knows how to balance out good from evil. All it needs is to be nudged in the right direction.
There. See? There’s your villain.
All yours universe.
Even things out.
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