SirenSongWoman
Cathlete
I was upstairs and I heard a horrible ruckus. At first, I thought someone was breaking into my house. When I got the door open, two pit bulls were on my porch, one snatched up Little Miss Muffet, one of two stray kitty's for which I've been caring, and they both tore off into the street. I ran after them, halfway down the block, screaming and shrieking. The dog that had Muffet dropped her and they both kept running. I stupidly hoped I could get her to the Emergency Vet clinic and she could be saved, as I scooped her up from the middle of the street. As she stared blankly ahead gurgling sounds issued from her fragile, fluffy little body. Neighbors watched, unsure of what to do, and I asked one guy if he could hold her for a second (so I could grab my purse and keys and get her to the Emergency clinic). He shook his head and said "No" and before I could react angrily I felt the life leave my baby and she went limp. She was such a tiny, young little lady.
I laid Muffet down on the porch setee. I was in shock and confused about what to do next. But I knew the dogs were still running loose and I had to get to the phone and dial 911. Soon, I was hooked up to Animal Control and there were searchlight choppers overhead (they're back now but, in this area, that could mean anything). I stood outside for a moment, looking up and petting Muffet's lifeless body when I realized I had to get PunkinHead (the other stray and Muffet's best bud) and my cat Tangerine inside the house. I called for Tangee, who'd (luckily) seen nothing and was blissfully ignorant about the tragedy that had just occurred. I got him inside easily. Getting Punky, who'd witnessed his friend's murder only 90 minutes after she'd brushed lovingly up against him, in the house was harder. First, he attacked me out of fear and it took forever to get him to finally relax and come in the house.
Then I had to bury my Muffet. She had an awful deep gash in her hind quarters and I realized I was covered in blood. Before I gathered her up I whispered "You deserved better than this, my baby... But I want you to know I love you so much." I always worry the many strays for which I've cared wonder If I love them or just feed them out of pity, all the abandoned cats in a bad neighborhood. I pray she knew the answer to that question after the lady who fed her, stroked her, and spoke to her sweetly as she gave me sweet little love nips chased two dangerous dogs for one last chance to hold her close and whisper tender words of love.
Tomorrow it will sink in. No more tiny little chirps instead of meows. No more little love nips. And nobody knows where those dogs came from or where they are now.
I laid Muffet down on the porch setee. I was in shock and confused about what to do next. But I knew the dogs were still running loose and I had to get to the phone and dial 911. Soon, I was hooked up to Animal Control and there were searchlight choppers overhead (they're back now but, in this area, that could mean anything). I stood outside for a moment, looking up and petting Muffet's lifeless body when I realized I had to get PunkinHead (the other stray and Muffet's best bud) and my cat Tangerine inside the house. I called for Tangee, who'd (luckily) seen nothing and was blissfully ignorant about the tragedy that had just occurred. I got him inside easily. Getting Punky, who'd witnessed his friend's murder only 90 minutes after she'd brushed lovingly up against him, in the house was harder. First, he attacked me out of fear and it took forever to get him to finally relax and come in the house.
Then I had to bury my Muffet. She had an awful deep gash in her hind quarters and I realized I was covered in blood. Before I gathered her up I whispered "You deserved better than this, my baby... But I want you to know I love you so much." I always worry the many strays for which I've cared wonder If I love them or just feed them out of pity, all the abandoned cats in a bad neighborhood. I pray she knew the answer to that question after the lady who fed her, stroked her, and spoke to her sweetly as she gave me sweet little love nips chased two dangerous dogs for one last chance to hold her close and whisper tender words of love.
Tomorrow it will sink in. No more tiny little chirps instead of meows. No more little love nips. And nobody knows where those dogs came from or where they are now.
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