Kevin's Watch

drew wrote:

drew wrote:Just had to do one of the hardest things I've had to do as a parent so far.

Had to tell my eight year old that his cat is probebly NOT comming back home.

Rosie was more like Isaac's puppy, than his cat. She'd follow him around the yard, sleep on his bed-on his Pillow-every night. She would even comfort him if he was sad, angry or hurt. Honest, she'd hop up on his lap whenever he wasn't feeling wel, and start purring at him.

Normally, she doesn't wander too far away from the house; she may go into the woods for a little while, but she always came home after a few hours.

She's now been gone since Sunday.

I saw no eveidence on the road of a hit cat, luckily; there is always a possibility that she was killed by another animal, we do live right on the edge of a forrest...I told Isaac that she probebly just go too sick. She DID catch a bat a couple of days before she left; I don't know if that made it any easier on him, but the fact the doing somthing she loved (hunting) was what killed may have kept him from going completely to peices.

I tried to time it right--I let him pick out a movie from the store, something funny-then before we put it on, I took him to the bathroom while I bathed the baby, and told him that I don't figure she's comming home.

Of course I received pretty much the reaction that I expected, but I had to let him go to wash the baby, then I let him go watch his movie....right now, his laughing at it, but everytime he looks at me, he starts welling up again.
He DID thank me for being honest with him, so I guess I did it right.
The movie will be on past his bedtime..then I'm going to read him a chapter out of his book, so hopefully if he's late going to bed, he'll fall asleep easier.

Ah poor Rosie...we will all miss you.

Damelon wrote:You never know about cats, drew. When I was young, one of my cats came back after being missing for four months.

He smelled like a manure pile too.

Seareach wrote:Drew: hope the cat comes back! I'm with Damelon on this one. When I was a kid we had a cat called "Little Cat". She disappeared (we lived in the country on a farm). Weeks went by...months.... About a year later, my sister and I were playing down near the creek and who should turn up and stroll up to us but Little Cat! Who knows what had happened to her...but she went on to live until the ripe old age of 20

-The cat came back.

Old Mister Johnson had troubles of his own
He had a yellow cat which wouldn't leave its home;
He tried and he tried to give the cat away,
He gave it to a man goin' far, far away.

But the cat came back the very next day,
The cat came back, we thought he was a goner
But the cat came back; it just couldn't stay away.
Away, away, yea, yea, yea

The man around the corner swore he'd kill the cat on sight,
He loaded up his shotgun with nails and dynamite;
He waited and he waited for the cat to come around,
Ninety seven pieces of the man is all they found.

But the cat came back the very next day,
The cat came back, we thought he was a goner
But the cat came back; it just couldn't stay away.
Away, away, yea, yea, yea

He gave it to a little boy with a dollar note,
Told him for to take it up the river in a boat;
They tied a rope around its neck, it must have weighed a pound
Now they drag the river for a little boy that's drowned.

But the cat came back the very next day,
The cat came back, we thought he was a goner
But the cat came back; it just couldn't stay away.
Away, away, yea, yea, yea

He gave it to a man going up in a balloon,
He told him for to take it to the man in the moon;
The balloon came down about ninety miles away,
Where he is now, well I dare not say.

But the cat came back the very next day,
The cat came back, we thought he was a goner
But the cat came back; it just couldn't stay away.
Away, away, yea, yea, yea

He gave it to a man going way out West,
Told him for to take it to the one he loved the best;
First the train hit the curve, then it jumped the rail,
Not a soul was left behind to tell the gruesome tale.

But the cat came back the very next day,
The cat came back, we thought he was a goner
But the cat came back; it just couldn't stay away.
Away, away, yea, yea, yea

The cat it had some company one night out in the yard,
Someone threw a boot-jack, and they threw it mighty hard;
It caught the cat behind the ear, she thought it rather slight,
When along came a brick-bat and knocked the cat out of sight

But the cat came back the very next day,
The cat came back, we thought he was a goner
But the cat came back; it just couldn't stay away.
Away, away, yea, yea, yea

Away across the ocean they did send the cat at last,
Vessel only out a day and making water fast;
People all began to pray, the boat began to toss,
A great big gust of wind came by and every soul was lost.

But the cat came back the very next day,
The cat came back, we thought he was a goner
But the cat came back; it just couldn't stay away.
Away, away, yea, yea, yea

On a telegraph wire, sparrows sitting in a bunch,
The cat was feeling hungry, thought she'd like 'em for a lunch;
Climbing softly up the pole, and when she reached the top,
Put her foot upon the electric wire, which tied her in a knot.

But the cat came back the very next day,
The cat came back, we thought he was a goner
But the cat came back; it just couldn't stay away.
Away, away, yea, yea, yea

The cat was a possessor of a family of its own,
With seven little kittens till there came a cyclone;
Blew the houses all apart and tossed the cat around,
The air was full of kittens, and not a one was ever found.

But the cat came back the very next day,
The cat came back, we thought he was a goner
But the cat came back; it just couldn't stay away.
Away, away, yea, yea, yea

The atom bomb fell just the other day,
The H-Bomb fell in the very same way;
Russia went, England went, and then the U.S.A.
The human race was finished without a chance to pray.

But the cat came back the very next day,
The cat came back, we thought he was a goner
But the cat came back; it just couldn't stay away.
Away, away, yea, yea, yea

Lord Foul wrote:I feel like a cat trapped in a man's body. I'm not sure how I can reconcile these feelings, as everyone gets disgusted when I lick myself or sit in a litter box. On top of that, there are no cat hormone pills.

I just--meow...just--! Meow! MEOW. Ah! Don't look at me!!

Seareach wrote:sick as a dog.

Balon wrote:A little disturbed. We found the rotting remains of a dead cat next to my house today.

Lorelei wrote:Slipped down the stairs this morning getting my first cup of coffee. I'm home from work today but hopefully I'll be back on my feet tomorrow. Too bad the whole incident wasn't recorded as I'm sure I looked hilarious.