Tags: kittens

thoughtful, sad

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I put on my work gloves and went out to take care of the dead kitty. It doesn't feel right to leave it's body in the middle of the road, and watch it get ever flatter and get pecked the shreds by vengeful, hungry birds.
The body was more... squishy? stiff? then other animal corpses I've had to handle lately. And it gave off a strange odor, like sulfur or brimstone. It wasn't the smell of rotting flesh, nor the stink of an animal that lacked good personal hygiene. What could it be?
I also had trouble bagging him. I'm glad I brought along a second bag.

Frolic well in kitty heaven, little one. I hope you get reincarnated and have another 8 lives ahead of you.

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One of the cats who roosts outside my window was lying dead in the street. I saw it as I walked by, just a door down from mine. It was grey, and midsized, likely from the liter birthed at the start of the winter, which has had a surprisingly high survival rate despite the harshness and snow. It's head was crushed, tongue and brains spilling out onto the asphalt. An unkind sight to see.

As I walked past and onto the sidewalk, I saw the mamma cat and one of her black sons as they sat vigil. Uncharacteristically, they didn't move or twich as I passed. Another dozen and a half feet and I was at my walk, and a small black kitten sat right in the middle of my path, starting at me with it's yellow eyes. It didn't run until I was right on top of it.
Black cats cross my path every day, but this is the first time they've tried to block it.
thoughtful, sad

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There's a dead kitty in the back yard. It looks to be an adolecent, all black, dead for at least a day. No sign of what killed it. I had to dispose of it. Another dead one, and this is before the winter has even started...
thoughtful, sad

Dead kittens and other things

One of the cute kittens that frolic outside my apartment lies dead in front of the porch next door.

It looks so sad and still.

I wonder what killed it.

Meanwhile, two others of his liter flank me, frolicking in the bushes. That grey one is staring at me again.