For all of us that have had the pleasure of playing and cavorting with Ranger the Range Cat, it is a sad day. I have never been a cat person ( I have big-ass dogs at home ), nor did I ever think I would be until he wandered in one night and wouldn't leave! He was a dog-cat. Friendly, and with a personality I have never seen in a feline before, he quickly became a fixture in here, playing with kids and offering a spread eagle belly for anyone to pet. He never tried to bite or scratch, he just wanted a lap to sit on or a display case to lay in. Earlier today, minding his own business on the front porch, 2 Rottweilers attacked him. He put up a hell of a fight. One customer pounded one of the attacking dogs with a pipe, while Ranger tried to work on the other one. He put a knife-like wound in the bigger dog that looked as though he used my Sig Sauer knife! To make a long story not as long, the owner of the dogs was very apologetic as the now hostile crowd circled. He paid for the bill for Ranger to be put out of his misery and assured me that his dogs would never get out of the gate again. He was assured if they ever pawed our property again it would be certain death. Animal Control refused to do anything, stating that I would first get a ticket b/c Ranger needed to be on a leash, on the porch, on our property. Never mind the almost 300 lbs. of foaming dogs roaming the streets and attacking other animals. I'm glad he wasn't on a leash as then he certainly wouldn't have lasted as long as he did. And to answer the question, as an excited, terrified group of customers circled the attack, there was no clear line of fire to empty my mags into those dogs. It's going to be hard to drive past that big, white house by the golf course and see those dogs slamming into the wrought iron fence by the street and then open the range and not be greeted by everyones friend, Ranger. R.I.P. little buddy. Here are some pics to remember him by.