Wednesday, September 30, 2009

Until we meet again, EvilNemesisHitlerCat

Last night the neighborhood cat that I not so affectionately refer to as "The Hitler Cat" ran across the street while driving away and in the streetlight I could see that he was bleeding!

Given that we live so rural and everyone in the neighborhood has a pet of some sort, I feel like I have animal run-ins more often than everyone else. There was the lab that was stuck in my yard, there was the old blind-deaf-disabled dog I found in the middle of the street and took in, the dogs at the park that scared the bejeesus out of me, the puppy pack that hounds our streets, the german shepherd that almost attacked Penelope and I. And don't forget the baby raccoon I befriended and named Raul.

I hate TheHitlerCat. He (I assume he's a he) is always in our yard taunting the dogs or giving me evil looks. Seriously, he'll look at me through the window, unblinking, unwavering for full minutes. He's a creepy cat, there's just no other way to go about it.

So, poor HitlerCat is bleeding from his head/ear. It almost looks like the side of his head has been cut. I'm running late for the movie, it's late out, I frantically look to see if The Cat Lady is outside of her house, cause I know she was just 5 mins. previous while I was walking Penelope. She isn't. I falter for a minute or two, whispering, "go home, HitlerCat, go home."

He stares at me just a few moments longer, turns, and heads towards home. I know Cat Lady's home so I breathe a sigh of relief that I'm not going to have yet another late night animal encounter/rescue, and head on towards my movie.

So, HitlerCat, I hope you're alright, I don't know where you could've gotten a cut like that and I've seen you chilling with your homeboy raccoons before, so I don't think they'd suddenly turn on you. It was a lot of blood, so I'm still a little worried. But I'll keep my eye out for you in the next couple of days to make sure you're still around. Without you to bother me, the neighborhood will seem so empty.

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