The case of the old yeller cat

This is a sucky story, but, it's whats happening now, so I'm gonna tell it. Our neighbor died last summer and she left behind an old cat. The neighbor was in her 90's and I figure the cat's twice that in cat years. The old cat moves over here and I'm thinkin', oh well, what's one more cat? Mom has 6 or 7 she lets in the house and there's a potload of strays in the back that she feeds. The ones in the back don't bother me much, they're all wild and mostly black and somehow became known as "the monkeys." The monkeys pretty much stay clear of anyone and keep to themselves. Some of them get tamed down enough to be spayed and neutered, some don't, so they have litters of more monkeys back there under the endless sheds and little barns. I don't like it much, but, they don't really belong to anyone, so what can I do? Mom and the neighbors feed them once a day....I ignore them and they return the favor.
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One more cat indeed. Hmm. Of the thirty cats on this property you can pick out this one. She's the senile one who attacks everybody and gives deep bleeding scratch marks to the legs. She's crazy and you can't even yell at her because she's deaf. She also has no teeth left so mom fed her soft food. Yuk. She has mange and watery eyes and ear mites and she can't be treated because she'll fight you. She also has chronic diarrhea and is always in front of the door. So is the cat crap. And now the hose is frozen for the winter and I told mom I wanted to have her put down. I threatened it for months, and I meant it too, but, I was too lazy to round her up. So last week she attacked Lissa. Truthfully, Lissa deserves it from some of the animals around here, I mean you don't make cats wear hats and dogs ride in wheelbarrows, but they all put up with it. And this time she wasn't doing anything, just walking out the door. It was pretty bad too, her legs bled. I said "That's it!"
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So, I called the vet and told him the situation and said I thought I could get her in a carrier with some food and he said it's illegal because I need the owners permission, and I said the owner is dead, and he said yeah, but, you just admitted it's not your cat, and I said how 'bout we forget that part and say it is my cat and that's when he hung up. Gawd. So, I was mad and mom called the City Animal Control. And they said they don't like coming here because there's too many stray animals and I got on the phone and said that's retarded and it's because you won't come down here and pick 'em up. So he did and the cat went crazy and attacked him, which I thought was funny, but, I got her in the carrier and mom told the guy she was really old and sick and needed to be put down. You know what he did then?? He took her out in the country and dumped her. OMG.
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I heard that as a rumor, because this is a really small town. We heard there's a certain farm where he dumps unwanted animals. So I called the farmer and ask if he'd had a new cat show up? He says, yeah, an old yellow cat and she hangs out at the door and he doesn't appreciate it. Fuck me. He says he only likes wild cats and he doesn't want anymore and he's pissed. And I told him the city dumped it and he's mad. I don't blame him.
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Then mom called the animal control dude and the dumb sonofabitch admits it! He's so damn dumb. So then, you can guess this part, right? I take mom and we drive out and hunt for that old fucking cat. I find, like, 100 damn cats and not one yellow one. The farmer says he feeds them dry food and mom jumps his ass about how this cat has no teeth and I have to break it up. Like, mom, I'm sure the guy didn't get instructions on the care and feeding of old senile cats he never asked for. Shit! We never did find her, we figure she starved or froze which is a fate no animal deserves and this city sonofabitch gets paid to do cruel shit like this to animals.
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So, my mom got sick and took to her bed with guilt and I feel like crap too. So I called the police non emergency number to get some answers and they wouldn't even send a car out. I guess the cops are too busy eating donuts or something. And we have this Humane Society mixed up in all this and all they seem to be is a bunch of old ladies with good intentions who like to lunch and talk about how bad people are to be mean to animals. And I said fine, all you sonsabitches, next time I'll take care of things with my 12 gage because that's more humane. And I was told it's illegal to fire a gun in town and I'd better watch my step. Whatever that means. I reckon it means shut my mouth and go with the flow. I never have been good at that. You'd think they'd know that by now.