Traumatic Pet Stories
Tonight’s comment diversion comes with a trailer for Cat Ladies, a documentary that seems to explore stereotypes about cat ladies by, basically, validating them. It explores a few of those crazy ladies who collect cats and who you eventually read about over on FARK after animal control has been called in because they’re basically swimming in three-inches of feline urine and excrement. The doc, which is currently on the festival circuit, looks fairly depressing. Here’s the trailer (comment diversion below):
The trailer also calls to mind something that too many of us seem to have some experience with. Most of us have had pets, and sadly, pets die. Sometimes naturally, but too often, tragically in such a way that can traumatize young children. So, tonight I ask: What’s your traumatic pet story?
And I don’t mean to trump you all right off the bat, but I grew up in a poor white trash neighborhood where pet deaths were an all too frequent occurrence. The most gruesome for me was a dog I had named Stealth. He was a mutt that had a tendency to jump the fence, and every few weeks, someone would call animal control and we’d have to bail him out of the pound. So, my father eventually wised-up and put him on a chain, one long enough to allow him to roam the fenced in yard. Sadly, it was just a smidge too long, which I discovered when I walked out one morning and found him hanging by his neck on the other side of the fence.
Hmmm. Well, this should be a cheery diversion.