A CATastrophe

Me and my roommate were on our way to TJ Maxx when my mom called me. I answered and she sounded as if someone in the family had passed or something. She couldn't even catch her breath to tell me what happened. Well apparently it wasn't someone that died, but something did. My dog that she rescued from Puerto Rico had gotten out of the room and had gotten one of her cats. Normally there wasn't any issues with him being aggressive but his instincts from the streets must've kicked in tonight. He killed the cat and ripped it apart in my moms living room. It was a very crazy night as you can guess. I can't imagine how bad it must've been to come home to that.