I have this neighbor that I'm pretty sure is a bit of a drunk. He writes me overly thankful letters for seemly no reason and slips them under my door. Harmless really. One night, years ago, he knocks at my door. He says he found a dead cat in our apt dumpster. We both agree how horrible it is and how sad that someone wouldn't even have the heart to bury it. Out with his whiskey breath comes an idea. "We should bury it!" He says. I tell him that the ground is frozen and I don't have a shovel. But he is adamant. So I try another angle, "It's just the body at this point. The kitty isn't really there anymore. It's spirit is already at peace". He asks me if I have a big metal spoon or something he can dig with. I tell him no and that he should just leave it alone. He leaves.
A little while later he knocks at my door again. He has come to tell me he couldn't puncture the ground so therefore couldn't bury the kitty. Somehow he has managed to come all the way in my apartment and plop himself on my floor. I notice he has something in his jacket. I'm like, "Errrrr what's in your jacket.....Is that the cat!?!?" Sure enough it is. I politely tell him how gross that is and he should immediately put it back. Which luckily he does.
Still, to this day, I get a little scared to throw my garbage in the dumpster. If someone threw their dead cat in there, who knows what else might be lurking under that lid ready to jump out at me! I don't even wanna think about what else my drunk neighbor might bring into my apt someday. I'm scarred. Today I saw a squirrel running out of it with an avocado peel though. That was pretty cute.
Side note: I now realize I have made 2 posts about dead cats. Not intentional. Sorry.
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