unhappy cat story (NOT FUNNY, NOT CUTE, quite long)
One night when I was about 9 or ten I cleaned my teeth and headed off for bed. On went the PJs picked up the book I was reading and was about to hop into bed.
I was taking back the sheets when I noticed the start of a fairly large, dark stain on my bed. Being too young to have seen the Godfather I didn't worry that it would be a horses head. Instead I kept pulling back the blanket watching this round dark stain get bigger the more the under sheet was exposed. Reaching the centre of this stain circle there was a slight lump under the blanket. Revealing the lump my young eyes rested upon a very, very prematurly born kitten. If anyone's ever seen one of those eggs cracked open when a baby duck has started to form you'll know a little of what greeted me. It had bulging eyes, no fur, was covered in and surrounded by dried blood.
My reaction was to run. Run downstairs and get my Mum. Mum was on the phone so I waited, the full horror of what I saw sinking in, still not even sure what it was that I had seen. I eventually burst into tears. Mum got off the phone and I told her what was wrong. She cleared up the mess and we went looking for our cat PD. She was fine, asleep in the shed and I got the spare room for a couple of nights.
I can still remember exactly what the kitten looked like and I think it was the unexpectedness of the sight that most of the fear came from.
I have had other cats before and since and they've all done massivly cute and funny things but nothing really sticks out in my pet owning history like the above incident.
(cannonfodder fodder for cannons on, Tue 12 Jun 2007, 12:08, Reply)