Furball died (the cat)
There has been a death in the family. Our long haired blonde stray cat was hit by a car in front of our house on Friday night or Saturday morning.
For those of you who know me well, I'm not particularly fond of pets, and don't hold much emotion for them especially since I'm
allergic to cats. They really aren't kids by the way, for all you kidless people who consider an animal as "your child" which to me is disturbing. Any ways even a "heartless" owner like myself, who doesn't let animals in the house, it was sad that Furball died.
I was packing up the truck to go out to my dad's house on Saturday, and my neighbor surprised me by walking up behind me (she was 50ft away) but out in the country you normally see people a long way off, but I was in the shop and didn't hear her. She asked if I had a cat, and I said "yeah, two" she asked if my daughter was outside and I said no. She told me she thought my cat was hit on the road, so I had her show me where, and sure enough it was Furball. I went and got a shovel to take the cat down to the burial area and buried the cat. I did shed a single tear for the cat while I was caring him because I thought about having to tell Gabre one of her cats was dead.
I told my wife, then called Gabre over, and said "Furball is dead." I thought it would a little bit easier because I wasn't even sure if Gabre knew what "dead" was. Apparently she knew cause she said "but I liked Furball" then ran upstairs and cried for a half hour sobbing "I loved Furball"
As for some background, we found Furball sneaking around the house quite a few months ago as a kitten stealing Miguel's (our other cat's) food. I thought he was a wild one, but he was just skittish, probably from being dumped off on our hill, and then hunted by the local predators (bobcats, coyotes, raccoons, etc...) Furball normally hung out and tripped you when you walked as Furball loved to run between your feet and brush against you (hard to not trip when you are caring a bag of groceries.) Gabre liked to torture the cat and would try to smack Furball with a rope and laugh sadistically unless you yelled at her to leave the cat alone. Most other times she kissed, hugged and pet Furball.
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