awful ela but his only saving grace is that he bothered to contact you in the first place
your post reminds me of several incidents in my childhood.
firstly the sheepdogs had puppies, one was as much use for working as a chocolate fire guard and i got her, she didnt live inside but i tended to her and she was my dog..Flip was her name and a lovely natured border/bearded collie cross. Unfortunately when she got off her tether (i was a child so tethering not my doing !) she would run back down to the lower part of the farm where she was born and her "family" ie other dogs still lived, sometimes this meant running through neighboring farmers fields and upsetting sheep..in the end i was told she was sold to a man in inverness who lived in a town. ok
then i had my beloved goats (one of my fave animals,im passionate about them) Jack and Jill..Jill ended up dying but jack was like a dog, hugely protective over me and killed a cockeral that was attacking me at the time (well all but killed it)..i luved him, however for some reason i dont know he was put in the field with the sheep...apparently according to my mother my fathers father had said he was trying to mate with the sheep and complained..i was given the option of sellling him (but manipulated into giving in) that day i kept thinking about it and came home from school to day i had changed my mind, i couldnt part with jack..mum said oh he's already gone..the float driver that had came to colllect pigs had taken him coz he knew someone who wanted to buy him..i was given £5 supposedly from the lorry driver.
When i grew up abit (teenager) my mother had been having a go as normal and threw in my face that my fathers father had shot both flip and my goat
We also had farm cats, only a few got in the house (my soots being one
) and of course non were ever taken to vets or neutered...a man was brought in to "kull" some of them..only he shot ones that werent on the "list"of course when he and my father came in for coffee i saw the blood of my cats on their wellies
I feel sorry for the little child coming home and the lies she will be told about her cat..these lies can still hurt even in our adulthood as most of the time friendships between animals and children are very underestimated.