catPosted: August 26, 2012
I accidentally broke up a raccoon versus kitty fight tonight.
I really wish I hadn’t.
The cat was in bad shape.
Raccoons are not built to offend, but their defenses are mighty.
When an animal larger than a raccoon attacks it, the raccoon typically rolls over and goes at all of its soft spots, and rips apart the abdominal area.
I saw it a gazillion times at the animal shelter.
He was a large cat.
I knew where he came from. I used to run into him on my way to work all the time.
I wish I’d had the strength to break his neck and put him out of his misery, like we would on the farm. I wish I could have summoned that girl who was ok with ‘ironing’ pigs.
Instead, I took him to his home.
He was gone.
D took care of him. He put him down. We buried him.
I still have his blood on my hands.
And on my shirt.
I feel sick.
I feel useless.
I guess, if it was my cat, I would want to know what happened.
I really wish I hadn’t happened upon that.