Mom was on her way to school, got to the end of the driveway and made a quick return. With fear and trembling, she approached my open door and said, "There's a cat lying on the road. What's going on with these cats?"
me: "I don't know. It's that time of year when everyone commits suicide."
Mom: "It's gray."
me: "WHAT???"
Mom: "The cats gray, dead on the road."
me: "BINDI!!!! BINDI!!!! BINDI!!!!"
I'm running all out toward the road, angry that I hadn't kept an eye on Bindi this morning and mad at him for not staying away from the road. He and the road are magnets.
I get to the end of the drive and there's a short haired gray cat. He's been hit in the head, just enough to pretty much knock his eyes backwards.
I turn around and face the bridge. "It's not fair!!! It's just not fair!!!" Bindi was going to be an orphan and not understand why. I turned back to the poor little baby lying on the road.
me: "Please don't have white paws. Please don't have white paws."
I brace myself and look around his body. I'm cursing my lousy vision and lean closer. No white.
I turn back towards the bridge and walk to the cottage, fists clenched and shaking. I call for the boys and eventually they show up before I arrive. Mom looks out and sees the boys.
mom: "Ok. There they are. I'm leaving before I'm late for school."
The boys dodge mom's car as she backs around and I continue lecturing them on staying away from the road.
By the time I got back to bury the unknown cat, some stupid redneck had run over him again. It was a purposeful hit. The cat was clearly out of the way of the car. I hate rednecks.
I scraped what was left off the road and buried the little fellow beside the other little fellow I buried last week.
At this rate - it's going to be a long Spring and I just may have to create a new cemetary. This one is filling up with coons and unknown cats.
me: "I don't know. It's that time of year when everyone commits suicide."
Mom: "It's gray."
me: "WHAT???"
Mom: "The cats gray, dead on the road."
me: "BINDI!!!! BINDI!!!! BINDI!!!!"
I'm running all out toward the road, angry that I hadn't kept an eye on Bindi this morning and mad at him for not staying away from the road. He and the road are magnets.
I get to the end of the drive and there's a short haired gray cat. He's been hit in the head, just enough to pretty much knock his eyes backwards.
I turn around and face the bridge. "It's not fair!!! It's just not fair!!!" Bindi was going to be an orphan and not understand why. I turned back to the poor little baby lying on the road.
me: "Please don't have white paws. Please don't have white paws."
I brace myself and look around his body. I'm cursing my lousy vision and lean closer. No white.
I turn back towards the bridge and walk to the cottage, fists clenched and shaking. I call for the boys and eventually they show up before I arrive. Mom looks out and sees the boys.
mom: "Ok. There they are. I'm leaving before I'm late for school."
The boys dodge mom's car as she backs around and I continue lecturing them on staying away from the road.
By the time I got back to bury the unknown cat, some stupid redneck had run over him again. It was a purposeful hit. The cat was clearly out of the way of the car. I hate rednecks.
I scraped what was left off the road and buried the little fellow beside the other little fellow I buried last week.
At this rate - it's going to be a long Spring and I just may have to create a new cemetary. This one is filling up with coons and unknown cats.
5 comments:
So glad it wasn't Bindi or any of your other cat's. You had me scared there for a minute. I'm glad you can train yours to keep away from the road. Keep training them. Hugs.
Thank heaven it wasn't Bindi but I feel so bad for the one that was killed. I can't even imagine someone running over it again for now reason. Bless it's little heart.
Judy, I keep taking them on the hill, still trying to teach them that the grass is always greener on the other side of the fence and not the road. :)
Lo, me too. I wanted to get it buried before one of the kids across the road came home from school, stepped out there was their massacred cat. It was a heart-breaker.
Sure happy that it wasn't Bindi! I lost a beloved cat to a driver, once—a heart breaker! Hugs.
Glad to hear Bindi is safe.
I hate those kinds of people too.
Just awful to see it happen or even to hear of it.
Why are people so hard hearted?
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