How a Dead Cat Brought Joy to My Life

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No, it’s not what you think. I actually love cats. And if the pain of losing a family pet weren’t so great, Mrs. Groovy and I would surely have a feline or two strutting around Groovy Ranch.

“So if you love cats,” I hear you indignantly wailing, “how did a dead cat bring joy to your life, you sick bastard?”

Let me explain.

It all started with our daily constitutional. On Wednesday of last week, Mrs. Groovy and I left Groovy Ranch at 10 am to walk at a nearby park. And as we were pulling out of our driveway onto the road, we noticed a dead cat that got hit by a car.

Mrs. Groovy was understandably shaken by the poor cat’s untimely demise, and I volunteered to dispose of the dead cat as soon as we returned. Would whisking the dead cat away soothe Mrs. Groovy’s pain? No. But had we deferred to the authorities, Mrs. Groovy would have been reminded of the poor cat’s untimely demise for several days.

So we went to the park, walked for 45 minutes, and returned home. And as we neared our driveway, the dead cat was gone from the road, and the following conversation took place:

Me: “Oh, wow. The cat is gone. Some road crew must have gotten it.”

Mrs. Groovy: “That’s good. Hey, what’s that big dog doing on our front lawn?”

Me: “Holy, shit! That isn’t a big dog. That’s a freakin’ bald eagle!”

Yep, a bald eagle swooped down from the sky and moved the dead cat from the road to our front lawn so it could dine in peace. Check it out:

I did a little research and the wildlife authorities in North Carolina estimate that there are around 160 bald eagles in North Carolina. Heck, I didn’t know there were any bald eagles in North Carolina. To have one show up on our front lawn was remarkable, to say the least. What a beautiful bird!

For the record, I didn’t want that poor cat to die. But I’m glad as heck that poor cat died in front of my house and not someone else’s.

Final Thoughts

Okay, groovy freedomist, that’s all I got. Was I wrong to feel joy over a dead cat because that dead cat brought a bald eagle to my front lawn? Let me know what you think when you get a chance. Peace.