Cat
Plantation, FL
| Last Login: 1 year ago | Member Since: May, 2007 |
"Nine lives go so fast."
Age: 9[human years]
Gender: Parts...unknown
Looking For: a clue--is this for real?
Available For: Messaging
Living With: Stray/Flying Solo
My Claim to Fame: I am now just a clump of fur and other parts on the side of the road, but you know my fur was orange and fluffy. I will not be so soon forgotten, the mark on the road will remain long after I am gone.
Nicknames: Road Kill, Speed Bump, Fertilizer, Spot
Got Papers? Don't ask; Don't tell.
Spayed/Neutered: Never had it, Never will.
I'm Looking for Someone... Surprise me!
I Prefer a Connection... Who said I was seeking?
Weight: 0-4 lbs
Appearance: It's Complicated
Coloring: Depends on Environment
Markings: All That and More
Afflictions and Maladies: Flatness, Disconnectivity, Death
My Favorite...Tricks: Play Dead
Words: Stay
Noises: Breaks
My Dislikes: Cars
For Friends, I Prefer: No Preference
I Drink: You Care?
I Eat: It's complicated
Size Preference: Middle of the Road
Grooming: I groom myself, ... on my terms
Clothing: I could be persuaded under the right circumstances
Religious or Ideological Preference: Other
Loner or a Joiner? Either one - I'm flexible
Fight or Flight? Sit Back and Watch
When Walked, I Prefer to Be: What's Walked?
I Sleep: Eternally, R.I.P.
Bathroom Habits: You tend to your business, and I'll tend to mine
Intimacy: If you touch me, you're doing it at your own risk
Eat Poop? Hmmm ... Sounds kinky!
We Can't All Be Perfect! Parasites
Turn Offs: All dogs go to heaven.
Turn Ons: Head towards the light.
I First Met My Human Guardian(s)...: When he drove by.
Relationship History: A Trash Can For A Grave
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I wept when I saw him, white fur stained blood red, eyes wide open starring, sightless now in death. Must have tried to cross, during the dark of night, but oh Dear Lord he never made it, over to the other side. The driver mustn't of cared, when he saw white fur, a gleam in his lights, just ran him down and left him. Dead, or dying in the night.
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I wonder did someone love him, if they did why was he out? Don't they know the danger a cat can face, roaming out of the light. Will they miss him now he's gone, and cry and moan and weep, then rush out and get another, another to wander the streets. Or was he one of the unwanted, will I be the only one to mourn. My tears are falling fast now, as I look at him lying in the rain. To think he'll no more smell the spring chase a mouse or a butterfly and the sun will never warm his fur again.
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He lies there so forlornly, mid the rubbish of the street, his body so battered and broken, left for the trashman to sweep up
when he comes to clean the street. People going past stare at me then at my feet, then ask "Was he your's, I answer "No" and they say "Why then do you weep"? It seems they cannot understand how I could care for this little one, though I've met him only in death. And one thing I know for sure, he deserves much better than this, just a trash can for his grave.
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By: Grace Tolson
Kermit
