SeaCat
Hey, my Halo is smoking
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I was just sitting here scanning the boards when I heard a thump followed by a yowl from the road out front of our place. I went to investigate.
The road out front of my place hass three lanes in each direction, traffic is fairly heavy. I stood on the Sidewalk and looked at the road wondering what I had heard. There, on the opposite side of the nearest lanes I saw movement in the brief flashes of the headlights.
I waited for a break in traffic and bolted across the street to check it out. There on the edge of the road was a cat, an absolutely beautiful Black and White who had been hit by a car.
As I bent down to check it out I could see it's back legs had been broken, as had it's spine. It had lost a lot of skin in the hit, it wasn't going to last long and I knew it. As I looked around I could see a collar in the middle of the road. I darted out and grabbed that before going back to the cat.
The cat seemed to know I was friendly, it licked my hand as I petted it and tried to make it comfortable. It died there, but at least I was with it.
I carried the cat back to my place and placed a call with Animal Control. From the collar we knew who had owned it. Animal Control looked the cat over and called the owner, who came over to where we were on the side of the road.
The owner, a scuzz bucket I have mentioned here before showed up soon after the call. He looked at the cat and commented that yes it had been his cat. As he put it he had let the dumb thing out earlier that evening. Too bad it was too dumb to stay off the road.
When I asked him why he let it out in the first place, knowing there was a heavily trafficed road right there he told me that A) It was up to the cat to stay off the road, and B) to mind my own damned bussiness.
I wanted to tag his ass right there but I didn't.
When he told me that he knew I had more than one cat, and he and his G/F would be over tomorrow I truly wanted to stomp his ass. I didn't though. I did inform him that if he showed up I would ask him once to leave before stomping his ass into a grease stain. He didn't seem to like that.
An absolutely beautiful cat died tonight because this guy couldn't be bothered to take care of it.
Animal Control asked me what I wanted to do with the cat. I told him I would take care of it in the morning. (Right now it is in a small box on the Patio wrapped in one of my T-Shirts.) Tomorrow I will bury it out back along the Hedge.
Cat
The road out front of my place hass three lanes in each direction, traffic is fairly heavy. I stood on the Sidewalk and looked at the road wondering what I had heard. There, on the opposite side of the nearest lanes I saw movement in the brief flashes of the headlights.
I waited for a break in traffic and bolted across the street to check it out. There on the edge of the road was a cat, an absolutely beautiful Black and White who had been hit by a car.
As I bent down to check it out I could see it's back legs had been broken, as had it's spine. It had lost a lot of skin in the hit, it wasn't going to last long and I knew it. As I looked around I could see a collar in the middle of the road. I darted out and grabbed that before going back to the cat.
The cat seemed to know I was friendly, it licked my hand as I petted it and tried to make it comfortable. It died there, but at least I was with it.
I carried the cat back to my place and placed a call with Animal Control. From the collar we knew who had owned it. Animal Control looked the cat over and called the owner, who came over to where we were on the side of the road.
The owner, a scuzz bucket I have mentioned here before showed up soon after the call. He looked at the cat and commented that yes it had been his cat. As he put it he had let the dumb thing out earlier that evening. Too bad it was too dumb to stay off the road.
When I asked him why he let it out in the first place, knowing there was a heavily trafficed road right there he told me that A) It was up to the cat to stay off the road, and B) to mind my own damned bussiness.
I wanted to tag his ass right there but I didn't.
When he told me that he knew I had more than one cat, and he and his G/F would be over tomorrow I truly wanted to stomp his ass. I didn't though. I did inform him that if he showed up I would ask him once to leave before stomping his ass into a grease stain. He didn't seem to like that.
An absolutely beautiful cat died tonight because this guy couldn't be bothered to take care of it.
Animal Control asked me what I wanted to do with the cat. I told him I would take care of it in the morning. (Right now it is in a small box on the Patio wrapped in one of my T-Shirts.) Tomorrow I will bury it out back along the Hedge.
Cat