Nik
Well-Known Member
Yesterday a jerk was speeding through our neighborhood and hit and killed a cat, her body flew onto the sidewalk across the street from our house due to the impact. This was a cat that we knew. A very sweet cat. Not our's. But she definitely belonged to someone in the neighborhood.
We did call animal services and left a message. This morning she already smells very bad like death and one side of her body is very very messy... We can't bury her because it would drive the dog insane. He would want to dig her up I'm positive. Plus I think the smell might remain at our place and I worry that her owners would never discover what became of her. I don't know who her owners are to tell them. I think they probably live a street or two over. She doesn't have a collar.
I won't throw her in the garbage because it is disrespectful and also the smell would remain in our garbage. Do I just call again and hope they come out at a reasonable time?
She is a large cat and it is hot right now. This situation is going to deteriorate very quickly. The smell is already very bad. Not to mention how traumatic it is to be confronted by this dead cat we were fond of every time we walk out of our front door.
We did call animal services and left a message. This morning she already smells very bad like death and one side of her body is very very messy... We can't bury her because it would drive the dog insane. He would want to dig her up I'm positive. Plus I think the smell might remain at our place and I worry that her owners would never discover what became of her. I don't know who her owners are to tell them. I think they probably live a street or two over. She doesn't have a collar.
I won't throw her in the garbage because it is disrespectful and also the smell would remain in our garbage. Do I just call again and hope they come out at a reasonable time?
She is a large cat and it is hot right now. This situation is going to deteriorate very quickly. The smell is already very bad. Not to mention how traumatic it is to be confronted by this dead cat we were fond of every time we walk out of our front door.