It’s been a crazy week. A lot of things happening, a few laughs, and much sadness. On the 31 of May, I decided to stay back at school for my first ever soccer training, until around 5PM. It was tiring, but I had a lot of fun, though I had to be sent to the hospital, more on that later. Anyway, I dragged myself to the main office building, at the other end of the school, and began to feel the aftereffects of over strain. I felt dizzy, light headed. Like on the brink of vomiting and passing out at the same time. I walked over to a bench, dropped the plastic bag (with my dirty clothes and school shoes) on one end and lied down on the bench, the bag acting as a pillow of sorts. I shut my eyes for awhile, the dizziness dissipating. I ‘woke up’ after a few minutes, finally feeling better. When mom arrived to pick me up, I shambled towards the red Volvo, and was surprised to see a little white and grey kitten sitting in the front passenger seat.
Mom says she found him under the Volvo in the factory, when the women working in the office were outside peering below the vehicle. She stuck her hand out, under the car and called for the kitten, and he walked straight into her hands. If that isn’t trust, I do not know what is.
Anyway, I was still feeling a little bit dizzy, as I let the kitten walk around on me, nibbling and clawing my hands, so mom decided to drive me to the hospital to get a pressure test done. Turns out everything was fine, so we left on our way back home, when I suggested we take the cat to the vet, to get his shots and deworming. Well, we went back home, to grab Kit, my black cat, because he seemed to be having eating problems. At the vet, the kitten was dewormed and everything, but was discovered to have symptoms of Cat Flu, so it was suggested he stayed at the vet for a few days, to get cured, then given a vaccination. Kit had gum infection, so was given pain killers for that, and also some meds. I had decided to name the grey furball- Cloud.
Days went by, uneventfully, until around Saturday or Sunday, I suggested we go see Cloud. At the vet, he seemed fine, he was crapping okay, and had no dietary problems. He seemed to be cured of the Flu, and the vet said it was fine to take him home, so we did. At first, he was a little freaked out by the dogs at home, and Chi Nap Nap, the resident fat cat didn’t take too kindly to him dropping in, resulting in her hissing and spitting. Kit seemed to tolerate him, though, and vice versa. I suppose this must also be due to Kit being rather calm and loving, as opposed to grumpy.
The dogs? Cloud usually avoided them like the plague, growling whenever he’s anywhere close to one, even dear old Buffy. Eventually however, he got used to Buffy, regularly clawing and swiping at his tail whenever he walked by. I even let him play with a small ball with a bell inside, and a stuffed lion from an old McDonald’s Happy Meal, which he always attacked with vigour.
Meanwhile, the school production practice was coming along, blah blah blah, boring stuff. THEN came the god forsaken ICT Practical ‘exam’, which caught everyone unawares. It was horrible, like crossing through Omaha. I completely failed it. Stupid HTML, and stupid Dreamweaver. I was pissed for the rest of the day.
Then…On Thursday, 7th June, disaster struck. The day before Cloud was exploring outside, getting used to the dogs, and going through the garden. At night when it was time to lock up, he was still outside, so I presumed he was sleeping. The next morning I woke up with a bad feeling, that something was going to happen. I came down and realised he still wasn’t in the house, so I asked mom about him, and she just pointed to the garage, and he was apparantly walking around (I didn’t see him), so I left it at that. I was already late for school, so I hurriedly got in the car, Mom apparently checked for the kitten, looking under the car and all that, and couldn’t find him, so she figured he was already inside, but I didn’t see him, at all. We reversed out the drive way, when I heard some strange rattling noise coming from the left side of the car…And halfway out of the gate, we saw it..It was a horrific scene…Little Cloud lay on the drive way..Dead…His insides out..I felt horrible, mom began to cry a bit. I was mentally swearing at myself. I knew something like this was going to happen, when I didn’t see him to into the house…Mom blamed Chip, one of the stupidest dogs i’ve had, because he was probably scaring the kitten into seeking refuge under the car, as Cloud was always scared of the outside dogs. I’ve hated myself since that day, I KNOW I could have saved him..But..
Tonight (or last night) was the IIS Prom, Year 11’s departure from the school. It was not as fun, and I didn’t really have a great time, for a variety of reasons. More on that next time.
