This is The Kid's pet. He loves that cat, though I have no idea why. Cats are not givers, they are takers. They do not cuddle you, they let you lay near them. A cat's personality is very similar to Tink's. Occasionally, kind. Affectionate on their schedule. Without warning, they may bite, scratch and hiss for no apparent reason.
Last week, our normally inside cat, got out.
Three months ago, after a previous escape attempt, we found him in the storm drain. Saturday, we found Rigby there again.
Coach spent the better part of his Saturday evening/into night trying to coax a cat back into our house. This is against everything a farm boy believes in and a clear reminder what a huge loser he has become.
Saturday...11:00pm...half inside a storm drain...making kissy noises to a cat...not good for his ego.
Several cars stopped to make sure this hooded man, hiding near the stop sign, was not sinister. Cold and grumpy..but not sinister.
After FINALLY getting Rigby back, we realized he is several days injured.
I assume, at the losing end of a fight with some other animal.
This morning, we made an appointment, at the vet.
Inches and I mean, INCHES from the running van...he escaped his cage and ran...you guessed it...back into the drain.
Coach, again, found himself trying to rescue a cat.
Rigby responded, 'hiss..no thank you'.
The cold, hard, sad truth.
In the midst of our home remodeling project, a living, breathing member of this family, whom normally spends 22 hours of the day in our son's bed....
Is choosing to die in a sewer drain, in the middle of December, than come back into our chaotic home.
Message received, loud and clear.
3 comments:
Sometimes after spending time in your home I want to run out as fast as possible. Never to the sewer. Your house is way better than the sewer. Even during the remodel project!
Good God Coach...What has happened to you?? First...a dog lover...and now a cat lover...I don't even know you anymore.
Wow. That's the most depressing blog posts in the history of blog posts. The image of Rigby dying a cold, lonely, sad death in a sewage drain is too much for this townie to handle.
On the other hand, country boy to the bitter end, The General probably would have just shot the cat with a BB Gun after the last return to the drain. No sense in prolonging the inevitable, he'd rationalize. Perhaps an encouraging "Remember your roots and man up, Coach!" pep talk is in order.
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