{"id":43,"date":"2013-06-30T15:26:01","date_gmt":"2013-06-30T15:26:01","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/brendakearns.com\/blog\/?p=43"},"modified":"2013-06-30T15:29:45","modified_gmt":"2013-06-30T15:29:45","slug":"the-dead-cat-incident","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/brendakearns.com\/blog\/archives\/43","title":{"rendered":"The Dead Cat Incident"},"content":{"rendered":"

I was making soup one morning when Alex came screaming into the house, in the nerve-shattering way that only Alex can do, “Tiny\u2019s dead! Tiny\u2019s dead!<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n

Tiny was the barn cat (kitten, actually) that my kids had found a few weeks earlier. It was way too young to be left alone, so they\u2019d been feeding it and falling madly in love with it. And I’d been reminding them, daily, that we were not<\/em> letting another cat into the house.<\/p>\n

So there was Alex, standing in the middle of the kitchen, holding Tiny. He was dangling over her hand like overcooked spaghetti, eyes glazed, mouth open, no pulse, no breathing, no reflexes. And cold cold cold. Yep, dead.<\/p>\n

So Alex and Jordy started blubbering, trying to figure out how to bury it (with or without a towel appeared to be the biggest concern). I pointed out that animals, like people, are not pronounced dead until they are warm<\/em> and dead. So I wrapped Tiny in a tea towel and set him near the soup pot.<\/p>\n

About 20 minutes later, I noticed that his face was twitching. He was alive!<\/p>\n

No, he was not<\/em> alive. Turns out I\u2019d set him too close to the gas stove. His whiskers were on fire\u2014burning like tiny candles. I quickly blew him out.<\/p>\n

I had to get to work, so I took him down the hall to my office and set him on a heating pad in a basket. He lay there, totally dead, for another three hours. When I turned to the bookshelf for a minute, I heard a loud clatter. Tiny had somehow flipped out of the basket and was now sprawled across my keyboard (completely limp, no heart beat, no breathing, no reflexes…I kid you not!).<\/p>\n

I put him back in the basket and kept working. One hour later, Tiny suddenly sat up, leaned over the edge of the basket and started purring. Yep, as if he\u2019d never been dead.<\/p>\n

Tiny was quickly renamed Pom Pom by the kids, in honor of the pom pom-like clumps of burned hair where his whiskers used to be. Pom Pom spent the rest of the day turning on the charm. He ate cat food, ballooned out like a pregnant walrus, showed off his considerable pooping skills and purred loudly. He also tried to convince our other cats that he would make a wonderful addition to our home. They were not<\/em> happy\u2014dead cats should bloody well stay dead, in their opinion.<\/p>\n

Pom Pom was too small to go back in the barn\u2014and we\u2019d already reached our Crazy Cat Lady quota for indoor cats. So I called the Humane Society to see if they could find him a good home. They showed up in less than an hour, raving about how quickly Pom Pom would be adopted since he (a) was adorable (b) purred nonstop (c) loved to cuddle and (d) was no longer dead. My kids were traumatized. I\u2019m hoping there are no more kittens in the barn.<\/p>\n

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