The Death of Pointy Nose
Aug. 5th, 2006 09:03 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
doodlemaierPointy Nose . . . He was just a neighborhood cat, a Siamese with blue eyes and a pointy nose. Never knew his actual name, but kept up the naming convention Pops started for refering to a specific cat - a very brief description consisting of the cat's most prominent feature (which gives us cats still named 'Weird Eared', 'Bowling Ball', and 'Hairy Monkey'). He lived up the street somewhere, I don't even know where. He'd come around sometimes with his social anxiety to create problems for the local feline herd. But that's no reason for him to die. He made a bad decision, that's all.
From practically across the street and up one house I saw him in the headlights of the southbound car, he yielded to that one but wasn't so prudent about the one coming from the other direction. The girl driving monched on the brakes and I saw her pull in to a the first driveway to turn around, and without seeing him flopping around in the road I could deduce what had happened. At least the fox I've seen skulking around the neighborhood lately has the sense to use the culverts near roads and storm drains for crossing the street, and to be honest I was afraid it was the fox, or Lowell, or Cody. I pedalled over and when I got there he was trashing about like he'd like to die (as the saying goes) and unable to lift his head. Broken neck at the very least, the look of his pupils told of massive brain trauma. And for the cat lovers on this flist I'll leave out the details concerning his last few seconds, but basically Pointy Nose died right there in the road in front of me.
I would've missed the whole miserable episode if I weren't coming back from testing the latest time-consuming maladjustment I made to my bicycle to have Helen meet me at the front door. I was frustrated and we argued about the state of the house and the amount of time I was wasting trying to achieve the perfect front derailleur setup, and that much alone was nonsense. It just goes to show that everytime you fuss at your girlfriend over something stupid God kills a kitten.
From practically across the street and up one house I saw him in the headlights of the southbound car, he yielded to that one but wasn't so prudent about the one coming from the other direction. The girl driving monched on the brakes and I saw her pull in to a the first driveway to turn around, and without seeing him flopping around in the road I could deduce what had happened. At least the fox I've seen skulking around the neighborhood lately has the sense to use the culverts near roads and storm drains for crossing the street, and to be honest I was afraid it was the fox, or Lowell, or Cody. I pedalled over and when I got there he was trashing about like he'd like to die (as the saying goes) and unable to lift his head. Broken neck at the very least, the look of his pupils told of massive brain trauma. And for the cat lovers on this flist I'll leave out the details concerning his last few seconds, but basically Pointy Nose died right there in the road in front of me.
I would've missed the whole miserable episode if I weren't coming back from testing the latest time-consuming maladjustment I made to my bicycle to have Helen meet me at the front door. I was frustrated and we argued about the state of the house and the amount of time I was wasting trying to achieve the perfect front derailleur setup, and that much alone was nonsense. It just goes to show that everytime you fuss at your girlfriend over something stupid God kills a kitten.
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Date: 2006-08-07 05:41 pm (UTC):( :( :(
God Bless (which is largely axiomatic in the case of cats) and farewell. God help the soul of the woman who hit him, and thank goodness (for her) that it wasn't someone's toddler who got loose in the front yard.
IMHO, someone should surreptitiously toss a handful of bright orange carpet tacks (or caltrops or something) out into the road every now and then, just to help remind people how careful and alert they need to be on these neighborhood streets.
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Date: 2006-08-07 05:52 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-08-07 06:14 pm (UTC)The poor girl who hit him was pretty beside herself. But I'm glad we were able to stay with her while we waited for animal control, because I think our presence helped calm her down. And we kept his body from being further mutilated. I know a lot of people who drove by were wondering what the hell we were doing in the street, but the creature was someone's pet.
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Date: 2006-08-07 07:20 pm (UTC)I'm glad that you all were there; at least you could inform the owners so they didn't have to find their beloved pet in the street. Also, I would hope that the girl will drive much slower and pay more attention while in the neighborhood.