R.I.P. Mr. Kitty

[Rangerscott]

Well I was woken up with the phrase, "Get your clothes on. Mr kitty is in the street hut." Well Mr. Kitty was hurt but he wasn't alive. Somebody hit him and I wouldn't be surprised if they aimed at him. A lot of asshole guys drive like dipshits down these rural streets fast so they can hear their shitty dual exhaust. Someday they're gonna hit a kid and hopefully they'll get ass raped the rest of their lives.

Anyways. The story is Mr. Kitty lived next door to me with an elder man. His wife dies 2-3 years ago and he was doing fine living by himself. Well eventually he stopped taking care of himself (who knows for how long) and my neighbor across the street noticed he wasnt coming out to get his paper so he called the emt's. He was inside just watching tv but they could tell he wasn't doing much else. The only son that comes and sees him took him to Dallas I believe. He had two cats. One hairy one that I saw once and took off never to be seen again (inside cat). The other was Mr. Kitty (I named him Mr Kitty after southpark), a fat white cat.

Fat, lazy, and sleeped a lot, but to my surprise he could still jump a fence and get out of trouble. He was hard of hearing I think. Sometimes he'd hear you getting his attention and the other time you'd have to clap really loud. His eyes worked fine cause he sure as hell knew what the red cup meant.


It sucks not having the power to figure out who did it, but that's life. Maybe someday I can smack the person over the head with my fiberglass sledge hammer handle I keep in my vehicle. I was thinking about putting a big sign out there that read, "Just wanna thank the person that ran over my daughter's cat. She really appreciates it."