Dead Cats | WritersCafe.org | The Online Writing Community
Dead Cats

Dead Cats

A Story by barleygirl
"

true story . . .

"


Anyone who knows me will realize I’m an animal nut job. I gave up on humans years ago and now I get all my sustenance from pets, as well as random wild creatures wandering my wilderness enclave. So I guess it will be a surprise to hear me say: I’m glad my neighbor’s cat died!

My neighbors are hoarders. Such a curse is complicated by country living. An unfathomable array of rotting treasures and junk-filled vehicles can be spread out over rustic acres, camouflaging the extent of this affliction. It’s pathetic to see termite-infested scrap wood and logs stacked along outer walls for years, when their stone-crafted fireplace is buried deep with overstuffed containers of never-worn clothing and accoutrements of pipedream hobbies.

When I moved to my cabin seven years ago, I was unable to unpack due to a painful disability, so my boxes were stacked around the place for quite a while. I used to say (jokingly): It’s good to live by hoarders, because then my place doesn’t look so bad!

In an early conversation, getting to know my neighbors, Doofus said to me (jokingly): My old lady and I sat in the hot tub last evening watching rats climb along that oak limb (as he points upwards) . . . they must’ve been ditching our place and relocating to your roof!

There’s always truth in joking. I went through a case of rat bait, the first year I lived here. Finally I got the rats cleared out and my boxes unpacked.

In time, my neighbors gave me a key to their place so I could care for their three “inside” cats whenever they spent long weekends away. Since I use crutches, this was a hardship. I had to leave walking aids at the front door, with movement only possible along narrow aisles of cleared space. I didn’t dare steady myself by touching dusty leaning towers of mysterious rubbish.

One of these weekends was spent nursing a flea-infested cat that died on my watch. On a different cat-care weekend, I unlocked the front door and opened it up to a big dead rat in the foyer. At this point, I unceremoniously tossed the rodent carcass into their mossy and leaf-loaded pool. I guess I’d stopped respecting their space, with no evidence of their own respect.

Every time I was summoned for cat sitting, kitchen counters and sinks were obscured by stacks of dirty dishes. I held my breath against the stench of rotting food whenever I needed to store a partial can of cat food in the refrigerator. A stunning wilderness view was blocked, impossible to gaze out floor-to-vaulted-ceiling windows covering an entire wall of their crammed living room.

Over these recent holidays, I cared for their last living cat. I narrowly side-stepped several puke piles in the dimly-lit corridors of castoffs as I made my way to their dining table, where cat supplies were arranged around a dirty bowl surrounded by half-eaten dried chunks. A cheerful handwritten note of thanks was accompanied by a jar of honey from their beehives.

The other morning I was out walking my dogs and I met up with these neighbors. As I stood listening to their tearful tale of kidney failure, I faked the appropriate sympathy sounds. But as soon as I was alone, I let out a celebratory yelp that echoed off the rocky ravine: I’m so glad my neighbor’s last cat just died!




© 2018 barleygirl



Author's Note

barleygirl
Who needs fiction when real life serves up such tales?

My Review

Would you like to review this Story?
Login | Register




Featured Review

Ohhh s**t....I go into these hoarder houses all the time with the job that I do and sometimes its a travesty and sometimes sad and all the time its gross as all get out, especially when children are involved. I would have been jumping for joy as well, lol. I cannot fathom how anyone can live like that, but then again I guess I am lucky as hell that I don't have to or don't need to out of affliction of some sort. Great description and as always, your narratives are bloody well spun!!!

Posted 1 Month Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

barleygirl

1 Month Ago

I’d almost forgotten all this by now! But once again I’m sighing my relief that the last of thes.. read more
Crowley

1 Month Ago

lol....yeah, ughhhh….sorry I don't mind a certain degree of untidy, I'm no maid that's for sure, b.. read more



Reviews

I am glad I don't live next door to Mr&Mrs Doofus. If I did I would be telling them constantly that their living conditions are unfit for their cats( I just can't stand people not doing right by their pets).I think their cats found their freedom only through death. What a colorful story! How are Paloma and Lola doing?- um beijo

Posted 6 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

barleygirl

6 Months Ago

I'm glad I never brought home any fleas or other afflictions to my own pets! I'm also glad they don'.. read more
Mrudula Rani

6 Months Ago

Your furry friends know you don't mind sharing the quilt. Finally it is raining here. I think I need.. read more
Margie i love this love your honesty and humerous tale telling. We know its real life, no bull... its true to you and your life. I like to write true as well.
Only a few of my poems are fiction, they are usually the romantic ones lol
Love your style gal xx

Posted 6 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

barleygirl

6 Months Ago

Thanks so much for your enthusiasm, despite the dreary subject matter. I know it's "icky" to most pe.. read more
This is a horrific story presented with compassionate and heart-breaking words. Your writing style is genuine, honest and superbly detailed and keeps the reader’s interest from start to end. I have seen hoarders on tv but you bring this ‘disease’ to putrid, selfish life. Dangerous for you and yet you braved it to provide care to the poor cats. You are so hands-on wonderful Margie, but give those neighbors their dirty keys back and stay away from their hell-hole!!:):):)







Posted 6 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

barleygirl

6 Months Ago

I used to be afraid I'd track home vermin to my own home & pets! So glad they aren't going to be get.. read more
Annette Pisano-Higley

6 Months Ago

I and the cats thank you for your generous heart my friend. You are a giver and may God always bless.. read more
I don't blame you for feeling that way. And hoarding--ugh! My wife is one of those and I just hate it. At least your neighbors didn't hoard cats, too.

Posted 6 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

barleygirl

6 Months Ago

I'm sorry to hear of your hoarding experience . . . my dad was also a country hoarder & I often snuc.. read more

2
next Next Page
last Last Page
Request Read Request
Add to Library My Library
Subscribe Subscribe


Stats

956 Views
14 Reviews
Rating
Added on January 25, 2018
Last Updated on January 25, 2018

Author

barleygirl
barleygirl

Central Coast, CA



About
Just loving life & sharing my blessings. more..

Writing

Related Writing

People who liked this story also liked..


Brothers Brothers

A Story by barleygirl