Dead black cat crossed my path
Wednesday, June 18th, 2008Tonight the weirdest thing happened. At 10:30 I went outside to walk the dog and there was a stray black and tan cat sleeping between the steps of the house and my landlady’s car. At first I thought it was cute and whispered through the screen door for fatherblogger to come see, sure as soon as I spoke it would scamper away. But the cat laid still. It did not move when we said, hey kitty, or flinch when we clapped our hands loudly. The cat was dead, on our doorstep.
A light in my landlord’s daughter’s house was on so I rang her bell and told her about the cat. We called 311 and they told us to put it into a plastic garbage bag marked CAT for the garbage men to take away. We laughed and then told them we didn’t think that was funny. They wouldn’t come get it unless it was on the sidewalk or street and they didn’t want to know why a stray was found dead in our driveway. So we put on gloves, got a bag and shovel and did as we were told and it made my stomach hurt. As we were crawling into bed I was telling fatherblogger how freaked out I was about the dead cat and that it was full moon and what did he think the cat reeally died of, I mean we’ve had a big problem with people feeding strays and not everyone thinks they’re good to have around and then I noticed we didn’t have any water for our bedside tables. It’s usually fatherblogger’s job to bring it up.
No water? I asked.
No, I forgot.
Yeah, well…I started to say which is our code for I’ve done the tallying of work around here and its your turn to get up off your duff.
And he said, yeah well… you’re in bed talking about how freaked you are about that dead cat, but I was the one who had to pick up and fold it in half to get it on the shovel and throw it out in the trash.
So I went downstairs and got the water.