Bad news. I found our missing kitty.
Dead on the side of the road.
I was afraid of that.
But like I posted yesterday, we always kinda' know we take a chance with letting our cats outside. When I gave Sam and Rachel the news they took it better than I thought they would. Actually they didn't react much at all. Perhaps they had it in their minds as a possibility since Snowbell had been gone for three days already.
I told the kids I was sorry. Sorry that the story didn't have a happy ending. Sorry that life isn't fair sometimes. Sorry that our goofy, cuddly, beautiful Snowbell is gone.
I don't know what I expected. A moment of silence, maybe? A group hug? Someone to at least say, "He was a good cat?"
What I got was, "Hey, can we get two pets to replace him?" with a reminder that we never did replace the dead goldfish.
The goldfish Snowbell ate - and then puked up on the rug - while we were on vacation a few years ago.
I was processing the pet question when Sam started to chuckle.
"Well I guess he kinda' deserved that for eating the fish," he said.
Oh my. Did my son just say that karma killed the cat? Because it sounded like he just said karma killed the cat.
Now that right there is funny.
Morbid, maybe. But funny. We laughed ourselves silly.