To the sick devil-worshippers who have stolen my cat:
Keep on exposing yourselves.
The world is watching.
When all is said & done you will be hung, drawn & quartered as the filthy, rotten traitors you are.
Then your wretched souls will roast forever in hell, where you belong.
All the infections that the sun sucks up
From bogs, fens, flats, on Prospero fall and make him
By inch-meal a disease!
Amen!