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When the McKinnons moved out from next door, they left their cat behind.  Nobody really blamed them.  The thing was an enormous fat tabby female which stank and had fleas.  It was, more importantly, a vicious killer.  Usually it lived on a diet of songbirds, but it would catch and kill mice, rats, other people's pets and whatever rare little furry creatures it could find.  Nobody really bothered to feed it after the McKinnons left, but it didn't grow noticeably thinner.  I never knew its name, but my dad always called it "you BASTARD, get the HELL out of my garden." Not long after the McKinnons moved out, Miss Timmons moved into their old ho