Thursday, June 12, 2014

 

Bad day; we lost Frigga, our cat.


art Today isn't a good day. Oh, it started out all right- brekkie, then tried to resolve my Franchise Tax Board issues by writing a letter to Sacramento. Drove to the Post Office and came back. I started to do some yard work, when I heard Donna calling me. She said, "Frigga's dead!!" I got into a stupid verbal altercation when I asked Richie where she was and he replied that he put her in a box. That pissed me off because that didn't answer the question, but all that was irrelevant. She was dead. We pieced some of the factors- Donna saw her out in the street. Richie put her body in a plastic tray. When I saw her, she was stiff and dead. Poor Frigga. Richie and I dug a hole near a fig tree. I found a box and wrapped her in my T-shirt, being careful for her head, which had gotten the damage. Can't be positive, but the rest of her body seemed uninjured. Her head was smashed, probably crushed by a tire. At least she didn't suffer much. Took us a bit to dig a hole. I put her in the hole, then Richie and I covered her up. Her sister Fulla sniffed the box, but didn't seem affected. Over a drink afterwards, Donna said Fulla is more of a homebody, not the roaming around kind of cat. When we lived in Hayward, Fulla would come in sooner than Frigga. Frigga was more adventurous. The whole thing hasn't settled in yet. Frigga was part of my life. She and her sister slept on my bed, and I felt comfortable with both of them. Now I've only got Fulla. A so-so day became really miserable.

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