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Lost my first cat.
I came home from my walk the other night to find a car parked in front
of my driveway. There was a woman standing in front of it looking at something on the road. It was a dead cat. The woman had obviously seen it in the road and stopped, not knowing what to do. She asked me. I said, "I know that cat". I picked it up and started walking towards my house. She said "Thank you", seemed concerned that I might think she had killed "my" cat, I don't remember what else she said. I couldn't reassure her, because I had temporarily lost my voice, so I just walked to the house, dropped the carcass on the front porch, opened the garage, took out a shovel. I originally thought that it was the feral that I'd captured and neutered last summer, which is why I got all choked up. I'd been working on him all year and gotten to the point where I could actually touch him enough to run a brush over him occasionally, and get flea poison on him. He was a long haired Siamese with a tabby face, very light body and dark brown tail. He still is, as a matter of fact, the long haired Siamese with the brown tail that got hit by a car in front of my house was a different cat. When I examined the carcass under the porch light, I saw (to my moderated relief), that the dead cat had intact ears. When the FCCO neuters feral cats, they clip the tip off one of the ears so it can be easily identified. The dead cat was one who'd just started coming around for food, she had a rounder, softer face, more placid eyes, but she'd had a hard death. I don't know if her face had been battered, or if it was distorted in an expression of horror. There was blood from one side of the street to the other when I checked the next morning. She'd been hit on the opposite side and managed to get to my side under her own power before she died. I can't stop thinking about it. I dug a hole in the front garden where I had some light. Arranged the cat in the bottom in a napping position then covered her up. It was very hot, I had sweat and tears dripping down my face, and a big ball of snot hanging from my nose which I finally just wiped on a convenient sleeve. Hosed down the front porch. Went to bed. John Kimmel Laughter, tears, curtain. |
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