Tiger, Fuzzball, Blacknose, Tiger2, Twinkie, Smokey, and Rainbow. They were the unlucky seven kittens to live here at our house in the last year. 3 of them got run over by traffic, a few of them gotten eaten by foxes we believe? And the last 2 died of some sort of disease or got poisoned?
All I know is that after burying Smokey yesterday. I'm done getting pets for my kids! I can not handle all the crying and sobbing. That was just from me during the burial and the thought of how to break it to the kids. I got tired of telling them that the damn cats keep running away.
So I broke down and told them the truth. I said that they stopped breathing in their sleep and went to kitty heaven. It was sort of the truth- except for the fact that poor Smokey suffered all day long, had shit hanging from her ass and flies all around her as she layed half stiff in our back yard. She was a trooper though. When I dropped her in the hole, she was sort of still breathing right before I smashed a brick on her head. (my wife is against having a gun in the house!)
That was when I started to sob a tad bit. I just hope the neighbors did not see me out in the field putting her out of her misery. If they did, they probably said- Damn the kids must have been really bad- Eric just killed their cat!!!
P.S- This was a true story. I know I joke around a lot- but this really was not a joke. The thing that I do not understand is how people are always saying cats are so damn smart. If that is true- why are we 0-7 in even seeing a kitten grow into a full size cat? I know people that have dogs that are 9, 10, 11, and 12 years old.
R.I.P - Fuzzball, Tiger, Tiger2, Blacknose, Twinkie, Rainbow, and Smokey
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