Racial shooting incident on Halloween

My black cat, Pepe, was shot in the head last night while he was making his regular evening prowls in his quiet Midtown neighborhood. The seven-year-old staggered home with the bullet from the pellet gun lodged above his eye. He'll survive, I hope, but he was not a happy cat.
Why would anyone let a black cat wander the mean streets of Midtown Tucson on Halloween night? The short answer is that I'm a bad pet owner. The longer answer is that I never really believed all those fraidy-cats who told me that black cats have a tendency to meet with foul play on this particular night. Pepe has always gone in and out at will, and I saw no reason to deny him the pleasures of the prowl. Well, now I know, and the two of us are cooking up a special trick for the unknown punk who popped a cap in his head.