Heartbreak in Texas

Someone set a black cat on fire. And laughed.

This has got to be some kind of . . . nightmare. Please wake up. Schro never scratches or bites, not even when you grab him in an awkward way. He just lays back in your arms and tilts his chin up for scritches. And purrs. Why? What’s the point of hurting something weaker than you are, of hating a creature of pure love?

The cat will live, but the vet bills will be huge. Paypal donations (only if they cause no hardship) are being accepted.

I can’t even begin to find the words. I am sick–literally nauseated.

EDIT: Someone is organizing an auction for Schro’s vet bills. I’m donating a cross-stitched coaster in the colors and initial of the winner’s choice. Donate, buy, spread the word.

UPDATE: No more need, folks. The community (and the dad) has come through.

We’re all off the hook now, especially Schro. And there’s no way it would have been possible without all of you. Thank you, thank you, thank you, THANK YOU. You are love.

To those of you who were in the process of getting together donations, please use that funding for the benefit of your own loved ones, be they furred or not, for your personal pleasure, or for your charitable cause of choice. My cup runneth over.

FINAL UPDATE: It was a hoax. I have removed the PayPal information. The friends who know this woman in person, and who vouched for her, are horrified and sorry. The woman claims she was trying to prove that people on the Internet can be decent. Yes, well.