Bad couple of days
Yesterday was the Day of Tornadoes. Our sirens went off at least 5 times before I left work. Autauga county let their kids out at noon; you may have heard that the town of Enterprise, south of us, was going to close the schools at 1:00 - well, the tornado hit and eight kids were killed when the roof of the gym fell in.
I dreamed of snow, and avalanches down an unfinished interstate last night, and my child being snatched in front of my eyes by two men parked in front of my house in some kind of large white machine.
Tonight, our youngest cat Mouse was hit in front of our house. We had not had anything like that happen for probably about 15 years or more. It is so wierd, but has anyone noticed (who has multiple companion animals) that it is the best and the brightest that something bad happens to? I hate to say it, but the most loved?
Yes, I do feel guilty; I made the decision to begin letting him go out a few months ago. In a multiple cat household, in a house as small as ours, the cats tend to get pretty neurotic. They relax and are much more calm when them are allowed out some each day. Mouse had just began to go to the front yard, which worried us. I'd never even seen him near the street.
Tonight was a full moon - who knows what took him across the street? I suspect we have a lady visitor (feline).
I trapped Mouse as a wild kitten. He was all by himself, maybe the only survivor of his litter. He had already had two bouts with hemobartanella (which I am probably misspelling). Frankly, I don't think he would have lived many years. I wish he had had more time, but I have to say that the time that he did have was *golden*. I have very seldom met a nicer, sweeter, friendlier cat. He never met a stranger, human or animal, and I never saw another cat try to jump him. We have a very agressive huge cat who has 'taken' up with us . Mouse would walk right up to this cat and rub his whole body along the length of his. Buddy always tolerated it, which is astonishing.
It came to me the other day that a person's live, or an animal's life, is like a story of their days, and death is the end of the story. I hate that. I just hate it. Sometimes there should be more.
I dreamed of snow, and avalanches down an unfinished interstate last night, and my child being snatched in front of my eyes by two men parked in front of my house in some kind of large white machine.
Tonight, our youngest cat Mouse was hit in front of our house. We had not had anything like that happen for probably about 15 years or more. It is so wierd, but has anyone noticed (who has multiple companion animals) that it is the best and the brightest that something bad happens to? I hate to say it, but the most loved?
Yes, I do feel guilty; I made the decision to begin letting him go out a few months ago. In a multiple cat household, in a house as small as ours, the cats tend to get pretty neurotic. They relax and are much more calm when them are allowed out some each day. Mouse had just began to go to the front yard, which worried us. I'd never even seen him near the street.
Tonight was a full moon - who knows what took him across the street? I suspect we have a lady visitor (feline).
I trapped Mouse as a wild kitten. He was all by himself, maybe the only survivor of his litter. He had already had two bouts with hemobartanella (which I am probably misspelling). Frankly, I don't think he would have lived many years. I wish he had had more time, but I have to say that the time that he did have was *golden*. I have very seldom met a nicer, sweeter, friendlier cat. He never met a stranger, human or animal, and I never saw another cat try to jump him. We have a very agressive huge cat who has 'taken' up with us . Mouse would walk right up to this cat and rub his whole body along the length of his. Buddy always tolerated it, which is astonishing.
It came to me the other day that a person's live, or an animal's life, is like a story of their days, and death is the end of the story. I hate that. I just hate it. Sometimes there should be more.