Onyx kitty died probably yesterday. He was found lying by the side of the road near Walt Perrin's house. He had a big slug on him and was stiff as a board so it'd probably happened during the night when he was out prowling. He didn't come up for his breakfast this morning. I could always depend him to be here meowing for his meal first thing. No more of that.
He was a tough kitty. When he was a kitten he was mauled by a raccoon and ever after he had a scar on his back from the experience.. Then a couple years ago on Christmas Eve I was in the sewing room. The phone rang and it was the guy in Forks who was going to sell me his truck. He said he sold the truck to someone in Forks even though we'd shaken hands on the deal. I was unhappy to hear this so I went outside. I heard a dreadful howling and it turned out to be Onyx. Onyx was lying across the road at Thu and Robert's house. He had been hit by a car. His face was damaged and he couldn't walk. For two weeks I kept him in the house and fed him with a turkey baster. People told me he was a goner and I should have him put down. I kept him wrapped in a towel and one day he crawled out of his box and went out the door. I didn't see him again for two weeks and then one day he appeared, hungry. After that he could be counted on to appear first thing in the morning for his breakfast. He breathed funny, sounded like the snuffaluffagus. He was pretty healthy otherwise. This evening Cindy Hart came to tell me that he was gone but she wasn't sure he was my kitty. I went to look and sure enough, there he was, a sodden mat of black fur, stiff as a board. Rest in peace my kitty, fourth generation of cats lost to Highway 112.
He was a tough kitty. When he was a kitten he was mauled by a raccoon and ever after he had a scar on his back from the experience.. Then a couple years ago on Christmas Eve I was in the sewing room. The phone rang and it was the guy in Forks who was going to sell me his truck. He said he sold the truck to someone in Forks even though we'd shaken hands on the deal. I was unhappy to hear this so I went outside. I heard a dreadful howling and it turned out to be Onyx. Onyx was lying across the road at Thu and Robert's house. He had been hit by a car. His face was damaged and he couldn't walk. For two weeks I kept him in the house and fed him with a turkey baster. People told me he was a goner and I should have him put down. I kept him wrapped in a towel and one day he crawled out of his box and went out the door. I didn't see him again for two weeks and then one day he appeared, hungry. After that he could be counted on to appear first thing in the morning for his breakfast. He breathed funny, sounded like the snuffaluffagus. He was pretty healthy otherwise. This evening Cindy Hart came to tell me that he was gone but she wasn't sure he was my kitty. I went to look and sure enough, there he was, a sodden mat of black fur, stiff as a board. Rest in peace my kitty, fourth generation of cats lost to Highway 112.
