So, saturday evening I was hanging out at Rick & Marni's swapping stories with cool ex-Incantites when tinkerboo called me to tell me that Duval had a dead animal. She doesn't deal well with dead animals. It was up to me to drive over and dispose of it.

When I got there Duval had a very dead kitten in his mouth. Fortunately it was not one of the garage kitties (I checked and all were accounted for). I took it out back to bury it. While I was digging the hole Duval took it back inside. I re-fetched it, buried it, and covered the grave with something heavy (to prevent him from digging it up again, as I heard dogs are willing to do).

Then after I give Karen the all clear and settle into the massage chair for some relaxation I notice that Duval has something else furry on the couch. It was not a stuffed toy, it was a dead full-sized cat. I sent Karen back upstairs and set about burying this second victim. Digging in moist Georgia clay is not easy, especially in the dark. Eventually I got it in the ground and finished my chair massage.

Today I go to lunch with Lin and she tells me that this morning Duval had two more dead kitties to greet her when she returned from her trip. Joy. Duval murdered an entire family of cats that had moved under the doghouse.

I wish I had known. I could have buried all of them, or maybe even rescued the two if they were still alive.

I am going to kick god in the crotch so hard that his testicles will shoot out his eye sockets.