The Dead Cat

22 Jun 2009 3 Comments

by mashadutoit in Myself Tags: ,

Last night, Brendon and I found a dead cat.  It was lying stretched out in the middle of the road next to the railway line.  Brendon said that we should move it to the pavement.  He wanted to stop it getting broken by cars. Maybe its owners would be more likely to find it there.

Brendon took hold of its back paws. I was a coward about it and had to be urged to pick up the front paws.  They were soft and as warm as those of a live cat. We picked her up and her head flopped back with a sort of delicious abandon.  Her body was completely relaxed.

We put her down on the pavement. Her eyes were wide open, beautiful translucent green globes.

Today she is still lying there.  Her fur is wet with rain, and she looks like a piece of toilet paper that had been wadded, chewed and spat out.  Her eyes had partly closed and are dull.  There is a  rose coloured dew of  blood on her chin and face.

Cat and Pigeon

29 Mar 2008 1 Comment

by mashadutoit in Colour, Myself Tags: ,

I just saw a ginger cat carrying a pure white pigeon he had killed. The cat had the pigeon by the throat and was carrying it like a flag, very proudly. The pigeon was so white I thought it was a cloth at first. Then I saw its little dark eye looking at me. I’m not sure if it was dead yet.

Cat and Pigeon

Cat and Pigeon