They say there’s a sucker born every minute. I always wondered who these “suckers” were, until recently. As it turns out, you guessed it, it’s me.
Case in point: I just paid $223 for my neighbor’s dead pet. Suckerrrrrr! I got the ol’ Lloyd Christmas treatment. Except, this was no parakeet and at least it still had a head. It was a cute little tabby cat that I assume belonged to a neighbor.
Last Sunday, as I’m finishing off my second cup of coffee, eagerly awaiting the Falcons game, my dogs started frantically scratching at the back door. As I open the door to let them in, I hear our chickens all in a tizzy. Yes, we have chickens and when the hens get upset, it’s actually pretty comical. It’s exactly like it’s depicted on the old Looney Tunes cartoons: a bunch of ol’ fat birds waddling around squawking like they’re saying (in chicken language), “Oh, I just can’t believe this is happening! Just what’ll we do? Can you see this? Oh my goodness! Something needs to be done! Squawk squawk squawk!”
Anyway, chickens are in a tizzy so I go to check everything out. Then I see this cute little cat laying in the coop with a couple of spots of blood on her fur. We scoop her up and lay her down on the patio to see what’s up. We find two puncture wounds, one in her belly and one in her neck. Then we notice her paw is broken. I assume she got into it with our dogs.
My dad is a wise man. Some would say a wise guy, and they’d be right. But, a wise man as well. I really should listen to him more often. He said we should take the cat to a shelter and they’d take care of all the wounds and look after the cat.
I, being the sucker I am, thought, “Well, what if our neighbor comes forth… or maybe, just maybe, we could keep her.”
She was the sweetest little cat and my kids fell instantly in love. Even my wife, who is allergic and loathes cats, seemed to think this one wasn’t all that bad. So, I took her to the vet to get patched up, putting down a hefty deposit to get them started.
Hours later, I get a call that the puncture wounds were caused by BBs and one was lodged in her GI tract. The cat didn’t make it.
Then I get more bad news: The X-ray, exam, fees, etc., totaled $223, which would be charged to my card using the information that I left with them. It’s now the most I’ve ever spent on a new pet and it’s already dead.
Which brings me to my next point: Stop letting your cats roam around freely!
I’ve written about this before, mainly because I was sick of seeing paw prints on the hood and roof of my beloved Mustang (God rest her soul). However, it’s also because things like this can happen. Now someone is without their family pet because some a-hole with a BB gun felt like shooting a cat. Who knows what the reason was. Maybe the cat was eating the wrong food. Maybe it was walking on someone else’s car. Or maybe some kid was just tired of shooting soda cans.
Whatever the reason, someone is without their pet because of it. And because I don’t know whose cat it was and can’t notify them, they probably never will know.
It’s been a little over a year since we lost our family dog because he got hit by a car. At the time, everyone in the family was very upset that someone could just leave poor Grizwold lying there after hitting him. I, on the other hand, was glad. Had the driver picked him up and disposed of the body, we’d still be wondering to this day what happened to him. At least we have that closure.
This cat means just as much to someone else’s family. I guess it could have been a stray. But maybe it wasn’t. Maybe it was one of 10 cats that some little old lady owned. Or maybe it was some kid’s first pet. Either way, they’ll never know what happened to it. Hell, whoever shot it probably doesn’t even know. I mean, it’s just a BB gun, right? How much damage can it do? It probably didn’t even break the skin. Yes, it did break the skin and it took a life.
Kids, be careful where you’re aiming your Red Rider.