The complete opposite of the last post
Jun. 16th, 2006 12:16 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sabotabbyUm...help? I found something extremely awful and disturbing. I'm not sure what to do, and if what I did do was the right thing.
I was on my way home when I ran into a kid talking to his friend on a cell. In the middle of the conversation, he started freaking out; he'd just seen a dead cat. He thought its throat had been slit. As I approached, he warned me, pointing out where it was. I asked him if he'd phoned animal control or something, but he was too flaked out to answer.
Anyway, I went up to where he'd just passed by, and yes, there was the cat, lying in a pizza box. I checked, and it was dead. There was blood pooling around its head. I couldn't tell if the kid's theory that its throat had been slit was right or not (I didn't want to touch it) or whether it might have been hit by a car and dragged off to the side of the road.
It was in front of a house, so I rang all of the doorbells. A guy came to the door and I told him about the cat; it wasn't his, and he didn't think that it belonged to any of his neighbours. He also didn't know who to phone or what to do, so I said I'd phone someone.
I also took pictures of it. You know, in case someone did deliberately kill it and the trash people pick it up tomorrow morning.
When I got home, I called the Humane Society and left a message. I looked up numbers for animal control in the phone book, but they all seem to deal with wildlife.
It was a beautiful cat, and it had a collar. It looked well cared-for, other than being dead. I feel sick to my stomach. The thought that this was someone's baby is just incredibly saddening. All I could do was hug Marinetti and Luna and give them treats and feel relieved that they're indoor kitties.
Is there something else I should be doing? I guess I should have maybe looked at the collar, but I really didn't want to get that close.
I was on my way home when I ran into a kid talking to his friend on a cell. In the middle of the conversation, he started freaking out; he'd just seen a dead cat. He thought its throat had been slit. As I approached, he warned me, pointing out where it was. I asked him if he'd phoned animal control or something, but he was too flaked out to answer.
Anyway, I went up to where he'd just passed by, and yes, there was the cat, lying in a pizza box. I checked, and it was dead. There was blood pooling around its head. I couldn't tell if the kid's theory that its throat had been slit was right or not (I didn't want to touch it) or whether it might have been hit by a car and dragged off to the side of the road.
It was in front of a house, so I rang all of the doorbells. A guy came to the door and I told him about the cat; it wasn't his, and he didn't think that it belonged to any of his neighbours. He also didn't know who to phone or what to do, so I said I'd phone someone.
I also took pictures of it. You know, in case someone did deliberately kill it and the trash people pick it up tomorrow morning.
When I got home, I called the Humane Society and left a message. I looked up numbers for animal control in the phone book, but they all seem to deal with wildlife.
It was a beautiful cat, and it had a collar. It looked well cared-for, other than being dead. I feel sick to my stomach. The thought that this was someone's baby is just incredibly saddening. All I could do was hug Marinetti and Luna and give them treats and feel relieved that they're indoor kitties.
Is there something else I should be doing? I guess I should have maybe looked at the collar, but I really didn't want to get that close.
