At my main garage, there was a wee little black cat we called Mama Cat, on account of every year, she'd get knocked up and produce a litter of cute little kittens.
Well, this year, she got pregnant more or less on schedule, but when I went to see her last Friday, she wasn't looking too good.
I thought she was in labor, but it turned out that she wasn't breathing well.
Just before I signed out to go home, I went to check on her, and she was dead. Her unborn babies died with her.
I figure that she must have gotten a hold of a pigeon that had been exposed to pesticide or something, and it killed her.
She was such a sweet cat, not vicious at all. She loved to be petted, have her ears scratched and she would sit in my lap without a complaint as I petted her, her tongue poking out of her mouth and purring so contentedly.
I'm going to miss the little moocher (yes she was, she adored anything to do with leftovers, especially chicken and meatloaf.).
God bless Mama Cat. You and your little ones will be missed by me.
Well, this year, she got pregnant more or less on schedule, but when I went to see her last Friday, she wasn't looking too good.
I thought she was in labor, but it turned out that she wasn't breathing well.
Just before I signed out to go home, I went to check on her, and she was dead. Her unborn babies died with her.
I figure that she must have gotten a hold of a pigeon that had been exposed to pesticide or something, and it killed her.
She was such a sweet cat, not vicious at all. She loved to be petted, have her ears scratched and she would sit in my lap without a complaint as I petted her, her tongue poking out of her mouth and purring so contentedly.
I'm going to miss the little moocher (yes she was, she adored anything to do with leftovers, especially chicken and meatloaf.).
God bless Mama Cat. You and your little ones will be missed by me.
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