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Sunday, Jul. 31, 2005 - 1:49 a.m.

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Well, they finally after two calls a week apart, picked up the carcass of the dead cat in the back alley. Sigh. I really wanted them to remove it before all the maggots turned into fat green flies that fly into our kitchens. Really I did. I tried. But when I looked before I called the second time... no more maggots. That is not good news.

So, the cat is gone. But more meat has reappeared. Yes I pick it up. This time it was hunks of steak. In the sun. In July. Hello.

For your viewing pleasure, and just to prove I'm not making it up (oh you know I don't tell tall tales... but wtf eh), here is last week's dead meat:

The scene of the crime. The red fence to the right is mine.

The hamburger. Sheesh

Yes it is a back alley. So cars run over it and squish and spread it.

Um, does that look like cat food to you?

Picking up the meat does not get rid of the flies. It is squished into the pavement.

Further down the alley, someone more anal retentive has a similar idea. Dead meat in the sun for cats.

You can see the intended poisoning victims keep back (B, B+), and leave it to the flies (A).

The total take for one afternoon walk in my one back alley. Glll.
All wonderful artistic photos copyright 2005 wench77.

So, yeah, just don't do it folks. Rotting flesh in the sun is a public hazard. If you want a cat, get one, and feed it dry kibble in your kitchen. If you like the cats in the alley, call an animal rescue, get them trapped and spayed. Stop putting your garbage in the public streets.


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