Katie is gone.
She was killed tonight (July 20) at about 9 p.m. by a car speeding down our street. Whoever hit her didn’t have the courtesy to stop and tell us they had killed our cat.
We found her because teenagers walking through the neighborhood stopped and pulled her off the road, then came and asked us if she was ours. Their mother put her in a bag for us while the girls sat on the porch with me and my children, rubbing our shoulders as we wept.
David hosed off the big bloody spot in the road in front of the house, and the streak of fur where she had been dragged by the car.
We are going to bury her tomorrow in Ls pansy patch.
I am so very sad.
As A said “I hope I feel better tomorrow.”
She was such a good cat, a beautiful, animal and much too young to die.
She was an athlete, a comic, our morning alarm clock.
We didn’t know we wanted a cat until we got her. Now I can’t imagine our house without her dozing in a patch of sunlight, watching birds out the window from the top bunk in L’s bedroom, or climbing the tree in our back yard at a full run.
She liked to play with the children by stalking and chasing them as they ran around the yard. She was not a cuddly cat, but when no one was in the house but me, she liked to curl up on the sleeping bag beside my computer.
Her death comes on the same day we discovered a crawl-space in our basement behind the wood paneling. Inside the space was a pile of logs and a thriving colony of termites. Previous owners had covered the crawl space (we believe it was a coal chute at one time) without bothering to remove the wood in it.
It seems our family is suffering a great deal because of the stupidly of others.
Thursday, July 20, 2006
In loving memory
Katie is gone.