| | My little brother went to work with my dad and me today. He had a dentist appointment at one. My mom was going to pick him up. I called her around 12:30 to see where she was and to make sure she knew where to get him. She told me that Smudge, our cat that we had for eleven to twelve years, had been hit and killed a few houses down from the house.
Smudge was mom's cat. She would wait until dad left and would hop in bed with mom and curl up at her back. Mom was pretty devastated. She took the cat back to the house and then took John on to the appointment. I went by to bury Smudge around 6:30 this afternoon.
She showed me where she wanted her buried, so I dug a hole nice and big as well as pretty deep to keep other animals from digging her back up. It was extremely hot with no wind. The whole ground was covered in poison ivy. My shirt was soaked with sweat, as were my socks and my boxers (yes, I'm a boxers kinda guy).
I finally got everything finished a little after seven. Mom fed me some very good chicken and rice and I headed home.
I had only been home a short while when mom called. She then asked me, "Guess who just showed up?" Of course, Smudge. I had just buried someone else's cat in the back yard. Some poor soul is mourning the cat that ran away. They may be staying awake all night looking for the cat. But I seriously doubt that they find it.
These two cats were identical. The marking on both of them were so similar that one would have to see them side by side to tell the difference. Smudge does have a distinctive black mark across her nose that is not widely seen in many cats, but the cat that I buried had been hit in the face by a car, so I couldn't see if that cat had it or not. Oh well, I just sweated my ass off to bury someone's cat and they aren't even grateful for it. So typical.
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| | Posted 7/17/2008 9:48 PM - 100 Views - 12 eProps - 7 comments
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