I'm watching the Texans doing their best to cough the game up to Green Bay when I hear what sounds like a baby crying outside the apartment. Not having seen any actual infants in residence during our stay in Melrose Place East, I naturally think the cat has escaped. A quick circuit of the place finds Ripley snoozing on SWSNBN's bed, so I head outside and discover the source of the noise, a yowling neighborhood stray I dubbed the Feline Lon Chaney, Sr. (click to enlarge):

The shot was taken from about 25 feet away, as the subject was (probably justifiably) wary of strangers, but it sure looks like somebody dumped some kind of chemical/solvent on him, unless there's another means of removing a cat's ear and turning the surrounding fur white that hasn't occurred to me.
Now, I'm not above occasionally spritzing Ripley with the water bottle to get her off the dining room table, but...jesus.
Whoever did that needs to get stomped into a mudhole.
Sounds disturbingly like an Origin Story if you ask me.