7:49am, Sunday.

"I think a cat has come into our yard to die."
Alarm.  "What?"
"I'm serious, I saw it earlier when I took Kylee out.... it's acting really weird."

Mr. Morgan announces things that are passively disturbing to him most times in a low tone.  Not a whisper, but how someone gently broaches a potential problem.

Sure enough it is out there.  

We went outside, for a closer inspection and the cat if without question wrong, Spidey-sense wrong.  It isn't bleeding or moving in an injured way but it does move in a crazy short-circuited stagger.  From a safe distance I waved my hand in front of it's eyes and no response.  None, so abundantly none it made the hair on my arms stand up.  Couple that with giant engorged pupils making it's eyes unlike anything I've ever seen, I think my body was spot-on for reacting that way.  Mr. Morgan moved in on it and I swatted at him.  This is all back and forth in a panicked hushed tone, one adult in a robe flapping arms and the other in an army crawl position with arm out, finger in place to poke it from the rear angle:

"Don't touch it fool,  there's something really wrong with it, what if it's all rabied-up... don't think that is some normal house cat if it's off in the head!"
"Rabied... up?"
"Yes!  Rabied-UP!  Don't hassle it!"
"Well...."
"Don't!  It's got chupa eyes!!"
"Chupacabra?"
/swat. "Chupaaaa!  Leave it!"  then we run inside past Kylee who was seconds from annihilating the screen door and getting her a devil cat - which means she would have tucked tail, looked at us and said "Right you are, that's one fucked up cat."

We don't really know what to do but "not hassling" a fucked up cat is probably breaking some law or another.  Why MY yard?  Between us.... Simon is nervous and I don't like it one bit either.  Death comes to our house completely brazen and balls out right in front of the Russian?  That's just wrong,

Staring at us, taunting.  Wrong.............

What is the law on disposal?  Taboo conversation topic but if binning a dead animal is illegal, is possession-nine-tenths logic in order if it's not even our fucking cat?  Why are we in charge of this asshole cat?  Gah!  It probably heard that we gush money into any sorry four legger in need, but that is merely a rumor and never would have applied to cats in the first place.  We do feel bad for it, but damn.... really?  On Sunday?  Good luck then puss, glad we could help you out.  /sigh.

-DM