The Morning After
The below is an email that I just sent my roomie about something freakish from this morning...
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hey dude... something freakish happend this morning... don't get scared... but, if you plan to... don't read the below until I'm home...
Around 6:45am or a bit earlier... did you hear a LOUD THUMP?? I did and it woke me up... I thought it was you that dropped a textbook on the floor or something... so, I didn't get up... then I started to hear some rattling sounds every 1 minute... again, I thought it was you... I continued to sleep... until something told me to wake up... I listened for another few minutes of the rattling... it wasn't intense, just a fraction of a second every 30 seconds... so, I decided to check it out because at this point, I didn't think it was you anymore... I didn't hear you sneeze, moan, or breathe aloud... I opened my bedroom door slowly and saw that the night light was still on and your bedroom door was closed and no sign of you being awake.. so, I started to go downstairs... half way down the stairs I couldn't believe what I saw... I saw Sylvester... he looked dead... still... no sounds... no movement... I thought to myself... it finally happend... he died. His face was facing the wall and he was laying on his right side with his legs spread out to one side of him. I didn't feel a thing as I continued to walk down the stairs gently... wondering why my book bag and the computer chair, now folded up, was on the floor next to him... I remember having the thought that perhaps he was overdosed on insulin again and he had seizures and knocked the book bag off the computer chair and knocked the computer chair over and caused it to fold up... but 9 feet away from where it should have ended up...?? How could he be overdosed now, if his last shot was 12 hours ago?? I was all wrong... dead wrong.
By the time I realized I reached the bottom of the stairs, moments must have passed, but I have no recollection of those moments, I just remember picking Sylvester up from the floor and was in horror... he was still alive, but the strings from the book bag was coiled around his neck with NO finger room between his neck and the string!! It was as if the string was twisted over and over around his neck with the chair's leg being used as a handle... the way JonBenet was killed... [may she rest in peace]... Sylvester was choking silently right before my eyes... I remember thinking... "...hold on there Sylvester... just hold on..." I tried to get the strings from the book bag off, but the strings were somehow wrapped tightly around the legs of the chair and the chair was closed to hold the strings down in place!! Unfolding the chair didn't do anything in releasing the strings either, because I couldn't even loosen the entanglements... I tried for a moment... struggling with the strings and trying to loosen it from around Sylvester's neck... I remember having the thought of yelling out to you to ask you to come help... but, not sure why I didn't... I ran into the kitchen for the scissor and came back trying to cut the strings from the chair... Sylvester was just staring down to the floor blankly... motionless... not even a sound... I tried to stick the scissor between Sylvester and the strings to cut it, but I couldn't get enough space to slip the scissor in between... I started to cut away at any part of the string frantically that seemed like it would help... finally... I got Sylvester free... I picked him up and sat down on the second to last step of the stairs to hold him closely... he was silent... motionless... limp... much like a child's rag doll... and his eyes were staring half closed back at me... I held him longer with him buried in my face... moments passed... then he started to purr faintly... still with his eyes half closed and motionless... I sat there and pondered on what just happend... I felt that it was a freakish thing that just happend so I prayed out loud staring into the middle of the livingroom while holding Sylvester, looking for signs of foul play... "My Father, my Lord, is here with us. He is keeping watch over us, protecting us, keeping us safe... In Jesus' name I pray. Amen."...
What's freakish about all this was the fact that the strings were so tightly tied and entangled around his neck and the chair. There was NO room left between the string and his neck at all... even I couldn't have tied a tighter knot. Also, the knot around his neck was literally buried between the two legs of the folded up chair... in other words, his head was literally 1 inch away from the chair... hence, that's why when I found him, his head was resting on the chair... the knot itself was a mystery... it was so tight that it didn't even budge at all when I tried to loosen it... the knot seemed unnatural... the only way to free him was to cut the strings... cutting the strings also posed a problem... the strings were so tightly wrapped around the legs of the chair, that I had to score the strings repeatedly to cut it... I should've gotten a knife or razor instead... Sylvester must have struggled for some time before collapsing at the bottom of the stairs... can you believe it...? The poor cat had to drag the chair and book bag around his neck 9 feet across the room to finally end up at the foot of the stairs... that load was heavy too..!! A total of at least 7 pounds (more than half his body weight) around his neck with no air to breathe!! I think he was trying to get up the stairs to us for help... sigh... I still can't believe this happend... what a birthday present...
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Am I losing my mind to think that there was some force there in the living room this morning trying to take Sylvester away from me?? Sylvester is an old cat that's not active anymore... finding him in such a dreadful position at the verge of death just makes me wonder... poor kitty... I hope he's okay at home now...
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hey dude... something freakish happend this morning... don't get scared... but, if you plan to... don't read the below until I'm home...
Around 6:45am or a bit earlier... did you hear a LOUD THUMP?? I did and it woke me up... I thought it was you that dropped a textbook on the floor or something... so, I didn't get up... then I started to hear some rattling sounds every 1 minute... again, I thought it was you... I continued to sleep... until something told me to wake up... I listened for another few minutes of the rattling... it wasn't intense, just a fraction of a second every 30 seconds... so, I decided to check it out because at this point, I didn't think it was you anymore... I didn't hear you sneeze, moan, or breathe aloud... I opened my bedroom door slowly and saw that the night light was still on and your bedroom door was closed and no sign of you being awake.. so, I started to go downstairs... half way down the stairs I couldn't believe what I saw... I saw Sylvester... he looked dead... still... no sounds... no movement... I thought to myself... it finally happend... he died. His face was facing the wall and he was laying on his right side with his legs spread out to one side of him. I didn't feel a thing as I continued to walk down the stairs gently... wondering why my book bag and the computer chair, now folded up, was on the floor next to him... I remember having the thought that perhaps he was overdosed on insulin again and he had seizures and knocked the book bag off the computer chair and knocked the computer chair over and caused it to fold up... but 9 feet away from where it should have ended up...?? How could he be overdosed now, if his last shot was 12 hours ago?? I was all wrong... dead wrong.
By the time I realized I reached the bottom of the stairs, moments must have passed, but I have no recollection of those moments, I just remember picking Sylvester up from the floor and was in horror... he was still alive, but the strings from the book bag was coiled around his neck with NO finger room between his neck and the string!! It was as if the string was twisted over and over around his neck with the chair's leg being used as a handle... the way JonBenet was killed... [may she rest in peace]... Sylvester was choking silently right before my eyes... I remember thinking... "...hold on there Sylvester... just hold on..." I tried to get the strings from the book bag off, but the strings were somehow wrapped tightly around the legs of the chair and the chair was closed to hold the strings down in place!! Unfolding the chair didn't do anything in releasing the strings either, because I couldn't even loosen the entanglements... I tried for a moment... struggling with the strings and trying to loosen it from around Sylvester's neck... I remember having the thought of yelling out to you to ask you to come help... but, not sure why I didn't... I ran into the kitchen for the scissor and came back trying to cut the strings from the chair... Sylvester was just staring down to the floor blankly... motionless... not even a sound... I tried to stick the scissor between Sylvester and the strings to cut it, but I couldn't get enough space to slip the scissor in between... I started to cut away at any part of the string frantically that seemed like it would help... finally... I got Sylvester free... I picked him up and sat down on the second to last step of the stairs to hold him closely... he was silent... motionless... limp... much like a child's rag doll... and his eyes were staring half closed back at me... I held him longer with him buried in my face... moments passed... then he started to purr faintly... still with his eyes half closed and motionless... I sat there and pondered on what just happend... I felt that it was a freakish thing that just happend so I prayed out loud staring into the middle of the livingroom while holding Sylvester, looking for signs of foul play... "My Father, my Lord, is here with us. He is keeping watch over us, protecting us, keeping us safe... In Jesus' name I pray. Amen."...
What's freakish about all this was the fact that the strings were so tightly tied and entangled around his neck and the chair. There was NO room left between the string and his neck at all... even I couldn't have tied a tighter knot. Also, the knot around his neck was literally buried between the two legs of the folded up chair... in other words, his head was literally 1 inch away from the chair... hence, that's why when I found him, his head was resting on the chair... the knot itself was a mystery... it was so tight that it didn't even budge at all when I tried to loosen it... the knot seemed unnatural... the only way to free him was to cut the strings... cutting the strings also posed a problem... the strings were so tightly wrapped around the legs of the chair, that I had to score the strings repeatedly to cut it... I should've gotten a knife or razor instead... Sylvester must have struggled for some time before collapsing at the bottom of the stairs... can you believe it...? The poor cat had to drag the chair and book bag around his neck 9 feet across the room to finally end up at the foot of the stairs... that load was heavy too..!! A total of at least 7 pounds (more than half his body weight) around his neck with no air to breathe!! I think he was trying to get up the stairs to us for help... sigh... I still can't believe this happend... what a birthday present...
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Am I losing my mind to think that there was some force there in the living room this morning trying to take Sylvester away from me?? Sylvester is an old cat that's not active anymore... finding him in such a dreadful position at the verge of death just makes me wonder... poor kitty... I hope he's okay at home now...
posted by Sparky X | 2:35 PM
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