Strangers hold moving funeral for mystery cat found in Sydney backyard

Poster about deceased cat and kind words

In an act of kindness which bolsters my waning faith in humankind, a resident of Rushcutters Bay, Sydney, Australia, and a gardener performed a quiet memorial service for an elderly tabby cat who had died alone and who they’d found in the neighbourhood. They didn’t know if the cat had a human guardian. An …

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A Special Catmas Gift to all: Written by Dr. Hush Puppy and Sir Hubble Pinkerton

By Jo Singer T’was the night before Katmas and all through our house Not a critter was stirring except for a very small white mouse. All the stockings were hung up high on the top of our cat tree Just for the convenience of St. Kitalous, who we hoped purrhaps might drop by. While …

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Cat Poem. I like Poetry

I like to try my hand at cat poetry. Fortunately, I don’t do it often and rarely have the courage to publish it. But here is one I just wrote having consumed a glass of wine for inspiration: There is only one thing worth doing in the world of cats To give and to …

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Mighty Quinn

I believe cats to be spirits come to earth. A cat, I am sure, could walk on a cloud without coming through. ~ Jules Verne ~

“I remember one bobcat they had in here – now bobcats are an endangered species in this neck of the woods – they’d caught it somewhere and they must have put that cat through a dozen rounds of burn experiments before they finally determined that it was utterly useless to them. Like an empty beer can. And then you know what they did to it? Claudius was late for a lunch date so rather than put the destroyed but still breathing animal to sleep, he picked it up by its hind legs and simply smashed its head against a wall repeatedly until it was dead. How can I forget it: I was the one told to clean up the mess. The head dented in. The eyes slowly closing. The once proud claws hanging down, stunned and lifeless, the utter senselessness of it all, and the hate, a hatred that was consummated in me which is as dangerous a hormone, or chemical, or portion of the brain, as any neutron bomb. Except that I didn’t know how to explode. I was like a computer without a keyboard, a bird without wings. Roaring inside. I wanted to kill that man. To do unto others what they had done unto me. I was that bobcat, you better believe it.”

― Michael Tobias, Rage and Reason

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