From Hell. I'm Awesome!

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I am Kristen Lindsey, D. V. M. and I just shot a neighbor's cat with an arrow at point blank range while it was held in a vicious jawed spring trap, crying for mercy.  I cut Tiger's leg off to get him out of the trap, and I posed for this pic while my mom took the photo and my dad watched.  Tiger was still alive when this was taken, that was proven at the hearing.  I did not have my license revoked, and the Brenham cops did not do more than ask a few questions.  


     Kristen claimed this cat was feral.  Ferals do not allow people to take pictures of them.  And what if it was?  Tiger belonged to an older couple according to my source.  Ms. Lindsey has a doctorate, is not bad looking, and presumably has a decent I.Q. But she is a sadistic monster inside.  I am not calling names.  How someone could do this and post this picture, a veterinarian no fucking less, is completely beyond me.
Last night I put these images up on FurAffinity.  That is Kristen Lindsey, Doctor, on the right, and that is Tiger in both pictures.  As can be seen, she caught Tiger in jawed springtrap before shooting him with a hunting arrow.  Tiger belonged to an elderly neighbor, and enjoyed sitting on the mower while the grass was being cut.  There was no excuse for this appalling crime.  The above pic of Kristen was taken by her mother, in the presence of her father.
I was jumped on for violating FA's rules on violence, fair enough.  But one of the comments bothered me no end.   "Feral cats are a danger to the community and destroy the enviroment".
Well!
No one said a fucking thing about ferals, I had stated that Tiger was someone's very loved pet.  Imagine someone who claims to identify with animals saying something like that in the defense of this heartless murderer.  I am starting to suspect that many on these Anthro sites have no love for animals at all.  I wrote this person back and told him that that is what the Nazis said about the Jews.  As can be seen, the poor little cat had it's leg chopped off so that Kristen could pose for the camera.  This is off of her facebook page, posted for public use and viewing.  And-
It was proven in court that Tiger was still alive when this was taken.  Kristen has been denied a new trial.  We all make mistakes.  All of us have done wrong.  And I have fucked up more times than I can possibly remember.  But this is torture and murder by a person paid, licensed, to care for helpless animals.
Remember what she did.  Oh, yeah, this happened in Texas.  I suspect that some people feel that if an animal is not worth money, than it is not worth consideration.  
I have posted on this before but it was the reaction I got off of FurAffinity, once a very good Anthro site that shocked me. I know that most of the people on it are very young but kindness towards animals is the least one could expect from people who fantasize about sex with animal/human hybrids.  'Course there is the Vore crowd, the obesity freaks, cannibalism fetish types, diaper porn and all the others.  


      I had four cats murdered in the last 20 months.  I would have done anything to have saved them, including killing the people who I believe are responsible.  Death is too easy for Doctor Lindsey.  There is no point in raving about what I would like to see happen to her, I am not the law.  I do hope that this follows her forever.

Is this possible?


Happy hunting on the other side, Tiger.  You are very much loved. God speed!

 

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  1. bscruffyJanuary 20, 2021 at 10:30 PM

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  2. Billy D BunnyJanuary 20, 2021 at 10:58 PM

    No, this is the real thing. This is a typical farmer's reaction to animals that are not valuable. There is no doubt that this happened just as I have reported here. Education means nothing compared to character.

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