Confession time: Once, me and some friends got bored so we went and bought like maybe a gallon or two worth of catnip and started spreading it around our reservation. Mind you, there's DOZENS of cats there...maybe even in the hundreds. And so we were just walking around with throwing it everywhere and all these cats just started converging on our and our neighbors' lawns.
Thing is, the dogs--literally DOZENS, again--got really fucking riled up and a fight ensued. Because you see, what we didn't factor into our desire for harmless mischief was that these dogs were STARVING.
The reservation is littered with scumbags who get fat off of commodities sent by the government but don't have the decency to feed their animals. So the dogs often wander into other people's yards, digging holed under fences and tearing at trash desperate for a meal.
Now because of us, there were like a whole bunch of dead cats and dogs scattered all around. The dogs eating the corpses, the neighbors coming out, horrified, police being called in and all kinds of shit...and meanwhile me and my friends were holed up in my room with sweat pouring down our faces, sickened and terrified and feeling like the walls were closing in on us.
No one knew who started the whole thing but now thinking of any great gathering of cats, such as these cafes, reminds me of that day.
Just...blood, guts and bones scattered across the ground. Being picked at by flocks of birds. Honestly a fucking miracle it didn't make the news
Note that this all went down while i and my friends were ourselves high as fuck and only wanted to play around with a bunch of stoned kitties.