1 life down, 8 to go

Posted on September 13, 2006 by Gene

I think I poisoned a cat this morning.
Oh, boy. I woke up to find an army of ants marching through my office and into the kitchen, where they were massed on Diego’s bowl of food. The bowl of food found itself outside, I vacuumed the critters up and threw the vacuum bag into the trash can outside; then rode my bike up to Safeway to arm myself with ant spray.
I still feel twinges of sadness in situations like this, but with the resolve of our great leader, I rationalized that I had to kill the ants to preserve their freedom.
After a good spray inside, I took the fight to them, outside. In the process, I sprayed the dog’s bowl… which still had his food in it.
A short time later, I heard coughing — and rushed out back to discover a stray cat in my backyard sitting at Diego’s bowl; I scared him away and dumped the food in the garbage can. He sat for a while on my fence ignoring my pleas to come down, and finally jumped into the neighbor’s yard and took off.
Now I feel horrible. Did he eat any? If so, did he eat enough to cause illness — or death?