A Rant by Blest
This morning has been pretty rough, and I just kind of feel like ranting.
Respond if you want, but I’m really just writing this down for a release.
So, for the last week or so, my cat has been acting very weak and having difficulty doing things like walking quickly, and jumping and climbing. She is a very old cat, so I thought perhaps she hurt one of her legs, or had a mild stroke or something. Either way, she got progressively worse. So, last night, I just kind of got the feeling like she wasn’t going to make it, so I put her in my bed, and rubbed her until she fell asleep, and said goodbye to her. And when I woke up this morning, she was gone.
I know that seems like a strange thing to be really upset about, but that cat was a part of my life for longer than she wasn’t. She became my cat when I was 10 years old, and she was a part of my life for over 15 years. I wasn’t surprised that she died. I mean, in cat-years, she was like a hundred forty. And most of my life has been spent with her.
So, when I woke up at dawn this morning, I called a pet cemetery to arrange disposal of the body. I put the cat in my car, and drove over there at about 7am. I was already kind of in tears over it, and then some idiot pulls out in front of me, driving like 25 mph in a 45 zone. So I figure it’s just some old woman out for a morning drive. Well, then I see the car run a red light, and crash into two other cars. So I turn into the neighborhood right next to the intersection, and pull into somebody’s driveway, called my friend at the Sheriff’s department to let them know there was an accident, and then went to go make sure everybody was okay.
The person driving the car wasn’t a little old lady, it was some guy in his 30s who was stoned out of his mind. The other two cars are okay, except for some rear bumper damage. But the stoner’s car blew out one of the tires and bent the wheel when he ran into the concrete curbside. So the other two drivers are out exchanging insurance info, but the stoner is in his car, trying to drive away with only 3 wheels working. The two passenger side wheels were stuck in the mushy wet dirt and grass on the other side of the curb, so he wasn’t really going anywhere, and he didn’t seem to know what he was doing anyway. So after he was not successful in trying to flee in his pile o’ crap car, he got out and tried to leave on foot. He headed into the neighborhood where I had parked my car, so I ran after him, grabbed him, and held him pinned against my car hood until the sheriff arrived.
He was yelling at me, and cussing at me, and I was already upset because my kitty died, so I was very close to hitting him. But instead, I just started yelling and praying in tongues, to distract myself away from the anger. It startled the stoner at first, but then he saw the dead cat in the front seat, and started freaking out, screaming bloody murder that I was trying to put a voodoo curse on him. And then, I REALLY wanted to hit him. The other two drivers came over to help me hold the guy down after a minute or two.
So a few minutes later, the sheriff gets there, along with an ambulance, and they take the guy into custody for driving while intoxicated. I gave my statement, the officer thanked me for my help, wrote it up as a citizen’s arrest, and I went on my way.
So, right now, I’m pissed at potheads, I’m pissed at the devil, and most of all, I’m pissed at myself for letting some stoner almost make me lose my cool. This has been the most stressful and mournful day I’ve had all year, and it’s not even noon yet.
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