Last night, the Sweetened Water Farm barn cat finally lost its fight with suicidal pothole napping. In memory, I thought I’d share a story of my most vivid recollection of the cat, which might illustrate my belief that karma was going to get that sucker some day.
One day, I was driving down the dirt road to my parents’ house, past the split rail fence of the pastures where the horses graze. On top of the fence sat two birds. Robins, perhaps? My father can attest to the fact that I am inept at bird identification. Anyway, the two bird buddies were sharing a conversation that went something like this:
Bird 1: Tweet, tweet, tweet?
Bird 2: Tweet, tweet, tweet!
Then along skulks the fat orange feline, and POUNCE! Bird 2 is ripped from his perch and pulled to the ground, maimed and killed in cold blood while his buddy looks on, screaming. I kid you not: Bird 1 sat on that fence screaming. It was so sad.
So to you, barn cat, I say adieu.
And to the birds, it is now safe to come out of your hiding places. The reign of terror has ended.

