Last night as we were coming home I noticed a small shadowed figure in our front yard. It was a cat laying there. Stella tried scaring it away with her growls, but to no avail. I didn't think anything of it, since we have lots of stray cats in our neighborhood.
As you all know, it rained pretty hard last night. Well this morning, the morning of my birthday, I still see the cat in our front yard just laying there when I took out the trash. I thought "hmmmm that's weird." Stella has a tendency of following me every time I go outside. So we decide to go up for a closer look and lo and behold it was DEAD!! GROSS!!!
Curtis comes home from work and I ask "So did you see the dead cat in our yard?" He said "Yeah," then I asked "What are we going to do about it? Bury it? Call an animal shelter or something?" He says "I'll probably just bury it." He went outside and I assumed he was taking care of it. When we leave for our date, I noticed that it was gone. I asked Curtis if he buried it and he said no. Creepy.
Now we have a few theories for the disappearing cat: 1. It maybe still was alive and just walked away, 2. Cannibal cats, 3. The economy is rough...people need to eat, or 4. Some people who work at Filibertos, Alibertos, Rigobertos, etc. walked down our street....enough said. I feel sorry for anyway who might've had carne asada tonight.