The fur ball socks is missing…..

Fur ball...that’s how I called my fat kitty, a male cat which I took part when the mother delivered three cute kittens. I still remember, how Fur ball mom’s tormented with pain before the three cubs about to pop up. She doesn’t mind when I hold her legs and gave a smooth touch upon her face, then the three beautiful kittens safely show up. I watch them grow and raise them in love and tender, just like part of family. But while they about to grow up, Fur ball’s brother adopted by relatives of mine who also a cat admirer. And I stay with Fur ball, which grow bigger and more fluffy.
Fur ball stay with me at night, and always sleep around my toes, just like a fluffy socks on each night. Warm sense which I recall from his fur, always cause a homesick for me. But since few days ago, I won’t sense that warm socks again. Fur ball is missing for couple of days, and sadly I finally found out that my Fur ball is shot to dead by my own neighbor. G… in our civilized society, I still found this barbaric action. I just couldn’t understand, how this kind of sadistic act possibly happen around my neighborhood. The sad reality is that the murderer (the best term for him) already has the license to use shooting guns, since he was retired from the army. And here I am, about to deal with a post power syndrome person. I’m ready to deliver longest speech which he ever heard, about this barbaric action, but my dad hold me from doing that. He said quite long words about maintaining neighborhood relationship, and never jeopardize this chain. I do understand that neighbor also our closest relatives, but still couldn’t figure out that maintaining this kind of relationship also able to cause hurt in my heart. And the final advice from my dad was, let Fur Ball go, and always looked at the bright side on everything. But there’s something inside my heart couldn’t accept that fairly. I mean why should we forget on someone’s sadistic behavior just to maintain warm relationship within society. G…what kind of relationship might build by none of respect for others belonging, even it’s a cat. The more I protest on this case, the more my dad give an advice. Till today I haven’t said a word to that person, because I’m also maintaining my anger from becoming explode.
Actually this post more sounds like whining…since I don’t even have the right to be anguish on matter which really make me mad. Only memories of Fur Ball stay to cheer me up….