Wolves, foxes, coyotes, dingoes, jackals, and other dog-like animals, I hate them.
It started when I was 8 years old when I brought a stray cat into my house. I named the cat Tayo.
I took good care of Tayo because the cat was still very small. Every day I feed Tayo, making him a domestic cat, or so-called house cat.
Every day I played with him, bathed him, fed him until the cat was not allowed to leave my house.
A year passed, and when I came home from school with Rifai, I heard the screams of a cat in pain beside my house.
Hearing that voice, then I immediately looked for it together with Rifai who at that time was sick to his stomach because I put poison in his food. The voice became clearer and clearer to my ears, and the longer it became familiar to me.
When I arrived at the fence of the house, next to my house, I was shocked by the amount of blood that was pouring down on the ground.
