Drop Dead Gorgeous

I fell asleep last night watching the movie listed above. As is often the case, I didn't wake up for several hours. When I did, I went to the bathroom to piss and remove my contacts. There on the floor was Crooner, my "time-share" kitty, dead.

Crooner had showed up at my door about six weeks ago. I was inside my apartment and heard him. He was sitting at my doorway meowing away. A big beautiful all black cat with big yellow eyes. I stepped outside to see him and he was immediately rubbing up against my legs.

For several days he would show up and just sing his little song outside my door. Eventually, I began to feed him a little bit here and there. He was so friendly and well behaved I was sure that he belonged to someone else in the neighborhood. But then I realized he was living behind my building in a little gangway overrun with weeds.

I eventually began to let him in when I fed him - BIG MISTAKE. He learned my schedule. I would pull up after being at work and he would either be sitting at my doorstep or out near the parking lot waiting for me to pull up.

After letting him in for food and allowing him some time inside, I would always escort him out the door. "Hell, he's not my cat" I demanded. He was very well behaved and affectionate. Just the other night I fell asleep with him in the house. I woke up and there he was laying next to me, extremely content. The plant hadn't been eaten, there were no tears in any of the furniture. I was relieved.

Just yesterday, I had spoken with a friend about finding him a home. He was too good of a kitty to have to spend a wet Northern California winter outside. Unfortunately that won't be needed...

So what the fuck happened? There is nothing in the apartment that he could've gotten into that killed him. Was he poisoned? I just recently began running my furnace. I haven't felt well since then. Susan thought I should get a carbon monoxide detector. I joked that the kitty would fall before me. She suggested a parakeet. Is that what happened? I have turned the furnace off. I will go to Homo Depot and get a detector later this morning.

Good-bye my little friend.