Mad indeed must I be, for as evidently clear it is that the following event had indeed taken place, my very senses reject in denial. Alas as barbaric this event is; which tortures the very blood that screams through my veins, the most haunting part is the insane lack of humanity. This event holds no merit of logic, no apparent reason to have taken place at all. Fancy do I not to expound in pen the event in question that presents nothing shy of sheer horror, but my intentions I can assure you, in the penning of my thoughts, is to construct a logical understanding. I must hold a rational reason, for tortured I am with a perpetual question, the most important question of all the questions that have ever burdened my mind. Content must you be as reader that no sufficient emphasis can be bestowed to you of how critical an answer is desired. For what purpose could there be? What rational requirement could possibly justify such a brutal merciless unforgivable event? The vindictive removal of my kitteh pom-poms????