Well, for starters he's not dead. Surprise!! For the past week I've been looking at that cat, curled up in the same spot every day, and feeling horrible. Then as I drove past yesterday, he was sitting up. Decidedly not dead. Looking right at me. I could not for the life of me figure out how he was still alive, having been lying in the same spot in freezing temps for over a week.
I thought about calling Animal Control again, but they didn't do anything last time I called, so I figured I would just swing by and see what was up. I decided that I would leave early this morning, and pull off the road to see if I could approach him. I picked up a small package of tuna as a bribe on the way, and brought my leather motorcycle gloves just in case.
I drove down to Germantown, got off 270, then got right back on the entrance ramp where he was. And what do I see trotting along the curb on the ramp? The little grey cat. His gait was perfect- no limp to indicate an injury. Apparently, he is a (relatively) healthy cat that just likes to take naps on the side of the highway. In the same spot. Everyday.
It was a huge relief to know the little guy isn't starving or freezing to death all alone, though he may be a bit nutty. He was back in his usual spot when I drove by after work, watching the cars go by on the ramp. To each his own, I suppose.
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
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