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One last look at my cat cemetery in the middle of the abandoned, overgrown grounds at The Asylum. (2005) File Under: Asylum, The; Cemeteries; I Took This Photo! |
So today we reach the end of the cemetery series. Thank you for your continued attention and kind feedback along the way.
It wasn't a week later and I found another dead kitten in the road, in front of the same house. One Ziploc bag and trip in the car to the Asylum later, and I'm dropping the shovel next to another freshly dug, tiny grave so I can go kick out some more cinderblocks.
Then there were 3 concrete crosses scattered through this small patch of woods in the middle of the overgrown, abandoned grounds at The Asylum.
When I got home, I wandered down the street to see if the people in the house had a batch of kittens that was getting smaller by the day. But no one answered when I knocked.
I kept an eye on the place for the next few days, but I never saw a car parked outside or in the carport and there were no lights on at night to indicate anyone was home.
A few days later and I braved an exploration of their yard, the sides of the house and the backyard. Fearful of being shot by some recluse who just may not be answering the door or going through his/her life like a normal human being, I loudly announced my arrival in the yard and as I roamed the premises.
As it turned out, a pregnant stray cat decided to make her home in the crawl space under the building. After her kittens were born, she thought it a fine place to raise a family.
I tried to catch them, but to no avail. These were essentially feral cats living in the city.
After calling Animal Control, I didn't see the cats anymore and figured they were gone.
The following week, when Candy and I were coming home from running errands, we saw another dead kitten sprawled out on the side of the road near that same house. Either Animal Control never came or did, but couldn't catch them all.
So it was fourth verse — same as the first — and I wandered into the middle of the grounds at The Asylum with a bloody Ziploc bag and a shovel for the last time.
Four cats. Four graves. Four crosses.
Fini.
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