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Kitties Underfoot (NOT a good thing!)
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Posted 02-09-2003 at 19:05:42
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Years ago, when I was twelve years old, my younger brother and I were going out to the old granery with some bread/warm milk for our little kitties. It was very dark already, and we had to go into the dark building a short way to reach the pull chain on the light. Little did we know that the little kitties were so eager to hear us coming that they came to meet us as we opened the door. Oh, NO!-- I cried so hard when I realized I'd stepped on "something"-- sure enough, MY KITTY!!! It wasn't dead, though-- I quickly picked it up and RAN to the house with it, crying all the way. My poor mother probably thought something dreadful had happened to my brother. Yet, even though she was probably thankful my cryin had nothing to do with my brother, she was sad to see what had happened and she called my big brother to come and take a look. They decided that its back must have been broken, so my brother told me he'd "put it to sleep." Well, us farm kids already knew what that meant-- but, somehow, knowing about that didn't feel any worse than seeing its little limp body. What a sad experience that was for me! I learned a lesson that night and, to this day, I will not walk into any of our dark farm buildings without just shuffling my feet along.
Posted 02-09-2003 at 20:35:45
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I feel for you as this very same thing happened at our house to Ozzie. My daughter was bottle feeding a kitten and accidently stepped on him. The damage was immediate and obvious as he was bleeding profusley and his insides were...well you get the picture. She came to me in hysterics and handed me this poor kitten. I tried my best to calm her while my insides were churning. He was not going to get better, and I knew I could only put him out of his misery so without her knowledge I took him to the back porch and wrung his neck. I know that sounds awful but it's the only thing I could think to do to end it. I don't know where I got the strength to do it, I only knew that I had to get to my daughter and let her know that his suffering was over. I could never have done this had I not thought it the lesser of the evils. I'll never forget that day, nor will my daughter. She spent the rest of the day crying on my bed while I tried to comfort her. I'm sure like you, one day the memory will sneak up to haunt her but we have to remind ourselves that we are only human and these things happen.
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