Where Cats Come to Die

12 Nov

There was a dead cat in the front lawn of my apartment building the other day.

Its body kind of lined up directly with my window.  I think the power of my crazy cat lady aura has gotten so strong that cats have begun to drag themselves to my apartment to die.  It’s like they know I’ll take care of them.

I wasn’t quite sure what to do when I first saw it.  Mostly because it looked like it was just sleeping in the grass, except for the breathing and what-have-you.  But also because I was pretty certain that if it’d been hit, the side that I couldn’t see was probably going to scar me for life.  So I called the Bureau of Animal Care and Control but it was emergency hours only and they told me to call back in the morning.

I went back in my apartment, wrote a reminder for the AM, and went about my bumming around the place.  But I had my windows open and every time someone passed the cat on the front lawn, it was like a little piece of theater.  They were all such honest, genuine, and varied reactions.  I, like a crazy lady, peeked through the blinds in my living room to watch and to ensure that no one did anything odd to it. 

For some reason, people love to play with carcasses.

Almost everyone who went by it came back to do a double take, kept walking, came back out of guilt, picked up something nearby, and then poked it to see if it was dead.  After assessing that it was, they moved on with a furrowed brow realizing that they hadn’t really thought it through and didn’t know what to do now.

I figured that at the rate at which people pass by my apartment and the number of hours until the Bureau was open, that cat was going to get many more curious pokes than it would have liked (kinky). After all, it came to my apartment to die so that I could stop that sort of thing from happening.  I’m a cat lady; it trusted me.

So I scribbled up a maniacal note that said 

“Yes, unfortunately this cat has passed away.  The Bureau of Animal Care and Control has been called.  They will handle.  

Thank you for your concern.   – A Fellow Animal Lover”

After I stuck it into the soft ground with a pen as a stake, I went back in to watch the people pass and was glad that the scene had changed.  People stopped, felt badly, read the note, smiled crookedly, and moved on.  I had removed the curious poking part altogether.

When I woke in the morning, I called the Bureau and then looked outside to check the scene.

The cat was in a box.

I talked to Dave, who has been working some terribly odd hours lately, and he noted that when he came in during the wee hours of the AM, the cat was in the middle of the sidewalk.

So this is how the story went: someone wanted to play with a carcass, moved it to the sidewalk, played with it, and left it there.  At that point in time, my letter must have looked like an odd half-attempt at caring, since it was being featured beside a cat’s body that had clearly been tampered with. Then someone came along, saw the scene, and decided to put it in a box with some leaves over top so that when the Bureau came they still had a cat to remove but it wasn’t in the middle of the sidewalk all gutted and gross.

That made it look like I found a dead cat, put it in a box with some leaves on top, and then put a note to tell people the problem was being handled.

The next morning, the Bureau removed it. I can’t imagine what they must have assumed of my neighborhood, but I hope that at least the cat knew I tried my best to get it a proper taking care of.

Then again maybe it’s best that word doesn’t get out to the other cats that my front lawn is the place to croak.  Transitioning into a cat lady is bad enough.  Transitioning into a crazy cat lady that dead cats crawl to from near and far in order to get a proper burial?

That’s on a whole other level of nutty. 

For a cat in a box story that is much happier, check out Maru – one of the world’s coolest cats.

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7 Responses to “Where Cats Come to Die”

  1. mistressofpoetry November 12, 2011 at 2:57 pm #

    Aww poor kitty. 😦 I love cats. Unfortunately, my landlord won’t allow me to have any indoor animals, and since I live in the middle of town, an outdoor cat is out of the question.
    I wonder who the sickos were playing with the carcass. Didn’t their mothers ever tell them not to do such things? *shakes head*

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    • Jackie November 22, 2011 at 12:46 am #

      Ask him about a teacup pig 😉

      Or her.

      Whatever gender your lord of the land may be.

      The carcass sickos enrage me. I wish I would have still been awake when they struck so I could have saved the poor kitten body from degradation.

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  2. Neil C. Reinhardt November 13, 2011 at 2:22 am #

    OPPS, ANOTHER CAT QUESTION

    One I forgot to ask until I received another “present” from one, or more, of my two cats reminded me to ask.

    While I am not sure both cats are doing it, I know at least one of them is. She brings me dead mice.
    Do ALL cats do this?

    THANKS!

    Neil

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    • Michelle November 13, 2011 at 2:31 am #

      Hi Neil,

      Like Jackie, I’m a crazy cat lady. My cat brings us dead mice, too. From what I understand, it their way of saying, “thanks for giving me a home. Since I can’t make a financial contribution, here’s a little something to show my appreciation.” Apparently.

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      • Neil C. Reinhardt November 13, 2011 at 2:51 am #

        Hello Michelle,

        THANK YOU!

        I like your explanation better, I was thinking they were showing off and saying:

        “Look at me, and what I can do!”

        and/or

        “Am I cool or what?”

        Please Take Care

        Neil

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  3. Michelle November 13, 2011 at 2:26 am #

    Maru!!! I love Maru! I’d watched several videos of Maru a long time ago, then forgot what his name was, so thanks for posting that. From one crazy cat lady to another, my deepest condolences. The death of a cat, even when it’s not your own, is a sad, sad thing.

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    • Jackie November 22, 2011 at 12:41 am #

      Indeed it is – thank you so much for the condolences. I cried a bit – animals get me right in the tear ducts.

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