I sent Isaac down the street with the dead cat that sunrise of Monday morning revealed to us.
I suppose getting rid of the cat on Monday or Tuesday would have been a nice idea, but Troy did not choose to facilitate removal in a timely manner, therefore I stepped in to manage the situation.
Somehow the same Mastiff that was septic and just about dead only one week ago, managed to end the life of a cat while we slept Sunday night.
It seems as if Hazelnut the Mastiff feels better.
As I watched Isaac walk away with the bag extended far from his body, I thought, "Well, there goes Isaac, down the street with a dead cat in a bag. That's real weird."
Back in the 80s in the sixth grade play at Park Brook Elementary School, I played Becky Thatcher. I wore a dress my Mom sewed for me and one of my two lines was, "Whatcha got in the bag?"
Tom (or maybe it was Huck?) says, "Dead cat", to which Becky Thatcher says, "Watcha gonna do with it?"
My Dad used to love to repeat my two lines in the sixth grade play over and over and over to me. Used to, as in on multiple occasions over and over for the last for 30 years. I suppose he did so because mockery is our love language and because it was my theatrical debut and who can forget such thespian grandeur. (?!)
As it turns out, my role as Thatcher was not only my debut; it was also my swan song.
Sometimes talent goes undiscovered.
Isaac took the cat down the street and around the corner to the Maternity Center this morning because Wednesday is trash day at the Maternity Center and because I made him take it.
|before removal of rotten gargantuan uterus|
Last week we gave the trash man an eleven pound, nasty beyond belief, infected and rotten dog uterus. Today a dead cat.
The trash man signed us on as new customers very recently and took three months payment as a deposit knowing full well about the placentas that were to come. These other items are bonus items. I think he is probably really really glad he landed our business.