Thursday, June 14, 2018

R.I.P. Bob Cat III

Hi Honey.  How are you today?  I pray that you are doing great.  Today is the last day of fasting, and I just had my dinner.  My Mom gave me some food to break my fast with.  I'm so happy, that I get to drink coffee in the afternoon again!  Alhamdulillah, for a great Ramadan.  Certainly one to remember.  The month ended with 2 kittens coming into my yard.  They were both boys, they were very soft and they had no fleas.  It was very easy to feed them pills, so obviously they were once raised by humans, and indoors.  Abandoned in my yard.  But since I had a house full of females, I can't have boy cats in the house.  So tiny as they were, they had to learn now how to be outdoor cats.  Bob Cat III was weak when I found him, and he died today.  I didn't know what was wrong with him, but when I found his body, he was lying in a wet spot.  So he died of pneumonia.  That explains why the other cats were afraid of him, because they smelled death.  I couldn't smell death, but they could.  This also means that his brother Marmalade is about to get pneumonia.  Sure enough, Marmalade started to lose energy.  So I brought him inside, and gave him some antibiotics.  Now he is sitting right at the keyboard with me, so I can keep a constant eye on him.  The difference now is that I know what is happening to him.  Is he going to die?  InshaAllah, he will get better.

Hey Natty Honey!  How are you today?  I'm busy being a doctor for a cat right now.  I hate being a doctor, it's such heartbreaking work.  A successful doctor never finishes his work, and has many failures.  A bad doctor has nothing but failures.  This morning, I was cleaning out the cat box and Marmalade was with me.  Then a black snake showed up- a cobra.  It was a small snake, a baby.  So the baby snake and the baby cat were facing each other.  By that time I had returned from getting sand, so I grabbed a brick and threw at the snake.  I didn't kill it, but it didn't run away- it had its hood up, ready to pounce.  So I grabbed a steel pipe next, and whacked the snake with it.  Its stomach burst, but it was still wriggling.  So I smashed its head next, and threw the carcass into the baby mango trees.  Now it's night time, and they are calling the Isha' prayer right now.  Marmalade just threw something up.  I took a closer look at it, and it was bones and skin of a black snake.  Black puke.  He had eaten the cobra.