feles mortuus

Sep 21, 2006 04:06

I was just woken by the sounds of a cat dying on my roof. The noise--it was horrible. Cat fighting noises make me shudder, make my skin crawl. I could heard them ripping each other apart, as they were right under my window on the roof below.
For a brief moment, I thought that Kitty was somehow involved since she was not in bed with me; but upon getting up she let me know she was there under my coat rack.
I glanced out my window and could see the writhing, bloody, moaning shape below.
It's stopped moaning now.
No more writing, either.
Not that I could've done anything to save the poor soul anyway; the NOPD would've been asking me what the hell I was doing on my landlady's roof at 4 AM, because hearing more than just a cat up there she would surely have called them.
It died so fast; yet still my heart is aching because I could hear it's muffled, gurgling moans, it's last moments of life.
It was horrible.

I need to get back in bed, as I did not even get home until around midnight and bed came much later. As it is now I need to be up in 4 hours and I suspect sleep induciton won't be nearly as easy this second time 'round.

cats, death

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