Well hopefully cancer will ravage his body long enough to deplete whatever savings he has mustered over the years, leaving him penniless before leaving him dead. (No offense, of course, Marvin.)
Indeed.
My cat used to run wild, but it always did his business in the flower bed in the backyard or the _huge_ ass field near my house. One day the hillbilly neighbor came over complaining that my cat hurt his dog.
Neighbor: Your cat scratched my dog.
Me: Meh, that happens when your dog starts chasing my cat.
Neighbor: You going to do anything about it?
Me: Not really since your dog got hurt in someone else's yard, and wasn't on a leash like the law says.
Neighbor: Well your cat wasn't either.
Me: My cat's not a Rottwieler.
That dog would literally run from my cat after that. Zeke owned his ass.