What do you do when a strange cat dies in your backyard? The big gray, furry thing lay at the edge of the fern all day, shifting positions only slightly when one of my cats came to the window or when I talked to him. And then late in the day he ceased all movement.. So I tapped on a window. Nothing. Then a closer window. Nothing. That’s when I began to wonder what a person does with a dead cat. I’ve buried many animals in that yard, including a 100+ pound lab, but it’s been a long week and I did not feel like digging though the vine filled yard. How about the county? No, he’s not on county property; he’s on MY property. He’s my problem.
My cats perched in the windows watching, even talking cat talk, and still he lay there. So I went out the front door to circle around, and grabbed a large stick at the last moment in case a rabid cat suddenly attacked. The spot where he curled motionless could not be seen until I was three feet from it. I took a deep breath and stepped into the opening, not believing what I saw—a perfect circle of crushed fern, an empty circle. There would be no need for the shovel tonight. Thank God!
Unless he just crawled farther back in the fern to finish his exit. Oh, please, let it not be.
Big foot came and got him for a meal — haha – sometimes these dying animals move into seclusion, it probably moved deeper into the fern, watch for buzzards, they will clean it for you…
Poor kitty. Out here animal control would come and get it, dead or alive.
Poor kitty. Poor you, having to watch and try to figure out what to do. I would be worried about rabies as well.
Poor Kitty. Hope he wasn’t in pain at the end.
He may not have “ended.” I haven’t smelled him yet. 😦
Poor baby……..:(
Maybe he or she simply ate too much. A big belly full of (insert mice, rabbit, toads, bird or whatever else your imagination supplies) might take a day or two of prostration to digest. 😉
Cats are usually very choiceful about where they die. I wonder why he picked your yard.
As it turned out, Desmond, the big gray cat has come to my back yard several times since “to die.” Once when it was raining he did his death scene under the bird bath, the only dry spot. He’s a cat orb, coming and going as he pleases. From and to where I have no idea.
I have perused your blog and and will be back. It’s strange, but I don’t think you would dispute that. 🙂 Thanks for stopping by and good luck with publishing your book.
Ah, so glad to hear that you visited. Thank you for that.
As for the cat, I think you need to snap a few pics of this drama queen when he/she does another death scene!