Originally posted by moosmom
Jan,

After I posted this thread, I went across the street with a towel and got him. Rig had set in and he was cold, so there is no question he has passed. One of the neighbors said he had been there for at least 3 days (that's strange cuz this was the first I had seen him) and he was glad I was picking him up. I asked my downstairs neighbor for a trash bag. I told him what happened. Keep in mind, this guy is a drunk who is ALWAYS hitting on me. He told me to put him in the trash and the garbage man would take him on Thursday!! "It's only a cat!!" he said. I grabbed a shovel and was going to bury him in a small spot and he yelled at me "Don't bury him there! I'm gonna plant flowers there!!" As if he KNOWS what a freakin flower IS!!! His next line was, "Hey, ya got a boyfriend???" AS IF!!!! I told him yes, that he was a cop on the Wyandotte Police Department. That shut him up real fast. Jerk!!

So, I took "kitty", towel, plastic bag and all, and he is now in my garbage can TEMPORARILY!!! I called the ACO in town and they said they'd come get him tomorrow at 8:30 a.m.. I was going to leave him in my hallway, but I'm SURE the smell would be difficult to get rid of.

I feel SO bad for this poor dude. I'd been feeding him since the first night he went into my trap. Somehow I feel that if he hadn't had to cross the street to get food, he'd be alive!!

I am now sipping a Rum and Coke. RIP sweet Dude. I loved you, even if only in passing. Go to the RB knowing that I cared.
At least Dude had one caring friend in this world, Donna. And it sure wasn't your neighbor! Dude is now playing with my Thai and Freddie over Rainbow Bridge.