After getting Somara’s truck back on the road and my other meeting down south being a bust, I returned home in a decent mood (I’ll have no trouble finding another buyer for my iPhone). I noticed a dead cat on the shoulder of FM 1825, the main road into Pflugerville and my house. I have a weakness for helping suffering animals which is why we have Nemo, my mother-in-law has Caliban and there are other recipients of our help. Sadly, it was too late for her but I didn’t want some sick jerk to make it worse; I’m amazed how many twisted morons live around here. I quickly rushed home for a box and a shovel to take her home to be buried in the backyard with some dignity. I doubt she was anybody’s pet. She didn’t have a collar and appeared undernourished due her size.
I don’t think this is weird. I don’t mutilate the dead a la Jeffrey Dahmer. I just believe that dead animals, especially pets, shouldn’t be left out as if they were discarded trash. Last year, some jackhole ran over another cat near my job. I spotted it during my lunch hour and when I noticed it still in the street after work, I took the time to make a visible grave for the landscaping people. My only regret is people not taking responsibility for their pets or animals because cats and dogs don’t know how to properly cross streets.