When you put food out for stray animals, you never know what kind of animals will show up. Putting food out opens you up to stories and connections with the world around you. Sometimes these stories are fun and amusing. Other times, they are sad.
Recently, the cats who have been eating the food haven't been the kind you can touch. One of them (who is twitchy so we call him Meth Kitty) will let my roommate touch him on occasion. The other two, a black one and an orange one, wouldn't. They hang around, but they won't allow any touching.
Today, my roommate say the orange one sleeping in the street. He tried to get his attention, but the cat seemed to be ignoring him. He then went out to check on him, and realized the orange cat was dead. He moved him off the street and called the city to pick him up. We didn't know what else to do. Our yard isn't easy to dig in. Having the body taken was the best solution.
He was only with us a bit. He didn't even get a proper name. Orange Kitty. Psycho Kitty. We might have had a chance to make a bigger connection with him, but he was killed.
I feel awful about this. Poor cat. I realize this is the life of a stray, but with time, maybe we could have given him more than that.
Goodbye, Orange Cat. You will be missed and remembered. You were a part of my life.
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