About eleven years ago my dear sweet Anya, a small black female moggy, went missing. We found her a day later in a local church yard, missing her head. The cut was clean and clinical.
I don’t know if it was the Croydon cat killer and part of some dark decade long effort to kill our kitties. Or perhaps it was some religious cult that see black cats as purveyors of evil. Or maybe it was just kids, some really bad kids. And according to the vet it wasn’t the first and I doubt my dear sweet Anya was the last.
But it wasn’t any fox.
Police didn’t care then, so I’m not surprised they don’t care now.