Today I had the dreadful task of picking up a frozen dead kitty from the end of our driveway. Lest anyone think that this was our kitty (of which we have had one long ago and is now living in that great kitty litter box in the sky), ‘twas not. It looked quite well fed and its yellow tabby fur was in good condition. I suppose it was someone's pet, though it wore no collar or ID. It just didn't have that feral cat look.
I hope that no one purposely let that dear kitty run wild outdoors in below zero weather, or any weather for that matter. Cats can live long and happy lives if they are kept indoors. I know people want their cat to have fun and frivolity in the great outdoors doing what they think cats are supposed to do. Hunt small critters and find other cats to fool around with. But hey, if you want your kitty to live long and prosper and also keep the cat population under control, KEEP THE FELINE IN THE HOUSE! There is plenty for a cat to do in a house, like scratch up your furniture, chase dustballs around (of which we have many) and perhaps watch bird videos on the telly. You can also put out a bird/squirrel feeder on the deck or hanging by a window and provide your kitty with hours of fun, drooling over what they aren't having for dinner.
So I sadly put on a pair of gloves and pried the frozen kitty from the snow bank. It's green eyes were open and it almost looked like it had a grin on it's face, most likely because it was dreaming of joining our kitty in that great kitty litter box in the sky. The most awful thing about the whole dastardly affair was this cat looked exactly like our beloved deceased kitty. Today I have to grieve all over again.
I’ll put on my black shroud and start mourning today, because there is one less kitty in this world for someone to love.
mumsy