The one about Pork

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One day I was hanging out at my friend Iris’s compound and a pathetic looking little street cat wondered in, looking for food and love. He was tiny, probably not more than 3 weeks old, scruffy, and terribly bug infested. I wanted to take him home and rehabilitate him, give him a bath and some food, and so I did. He hid under my kitchen counter for quite a long time. After my friends and I pulled him out we gave him a bit of a bath, it needed to be done or he would be horribly ill from all of the bugs he had. What we found under his puff of orange hair was nothing more than a few bones held together by some skin. He collapsed after we washed him, but was then brought back to life. My friends and I sat in the kitchen with him, and I fed him fish off my fingers, which he appreciated greatly (he was purring real loud). He was so happy that he took a poo on my boyfriend. We decided to name him Pork because he looked like a little porcupine with his tuft of crazy hair. The four of us sat in the kitchen with him and sang him songs to make him feel better, and we thought he was. But about 3 o’clock in the morning I heard little Pork making awful noises of pain. I went into the kitchen to be with him, I knew he was dying. I lifted his little body out of the box he was laying in, his eyes looked all funny and he couldn’t keep his head lifted. I cradled the little guy and he died peacefully in my arms about 2 minutes later.

It was 3am, what the hell do you do with a dead animal at 3am? So for about 12 hours I had a dead cat body in a box in my kitchen with a little plastic rose on top of it until I could figure out a way to burry him. I wasn’t sure what to do with him, so I found a resident bumster on the street who looked like he wanted something to do. I told him I had a dead cat in my kitchen and he says, “Ok, do you want me to burry him or throw him?” To which I said, “Uh…burry him”. I’m pretty sure he probably just threw him in a pile somewhere. Despite the fact that Pork gave me fleas (I still have bites on myself from him) he was a sweet little animal who just wanted love. And I would like to think he had the best day of his little kitty life. Rest in peace Pork, you are loved.

Quote of the post: Sometimes you feel like a nut, sometimes you don't.

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Comments

[Han]

Ali, i didn't know whether to cry or laugh. Ok, i chose to laugh. You are generous of heart, and rich and soul. Thank you for being you.