Rant On.
So I'm working patrol yesterday. About an hour into a 12 hour shift. Its 99 stinkin degrees. Get a call that someone found the head of a dead cat in their alley. No biggie. I go to the house, and the first weird thing I notice is that the whole family, (mom, dad, and almost adult daughter) seem tramatized over this horrible event of finding a cat head in the alley. They insist on showing me, so off we go to the alley. They point out this cat head as if they have discovered the dead body of a human. They give me all the details of how it was lying when they first saw it. I guess they expect me to be shocked at the horror. I'm like, "OK I'll take care of it, thanks for calling us." The lady gets all offended at my abruptness. She wants to know if we have had any other complaints in the neighborhood about dead animals. I say no. She says something about how serial killers practice on animals and that I should look into that. Then the whole family starts lookin at this cat head trying to decide what kind of cat it was. I'm like yeah whatever. Then I realize that they expect me to do some elaborate crime scene investigation. Maybe tie a bunch of crime scene tape around to keep everyone out while I dust this maggot-infested cat head for fingerprints or something. Maybe collect some DNA. So I start trying to look like I give a crap, which I don't. I said something about how we dont know if the cat was killed by another animal or even if it was alive when its head was cut off. The lady gets all offended at my callus attitude. I mean the thing stunk to high heaven. Flies crawlin in and out of its eye sockets. They want me to figure out if its a siamese cat or whatever. I'm thinkin about how cats are just God's version of ballistic gelletin and who really cares.... Anyway, so I tell them again, "thanks for callin, I'll take care of it." The lady says well, its illegal in LA County where she comes from to kill a cat. I say well this aint LA and in Texas you can kill your own dang animal as long as it is done humanely. She looks at me like I'm nuts and says no you can't. I say, sure you can, in Texas we pay vets everyday to put down animals. Perfectly legal. The lady storms off all in a huff then comes back and asks me for a business card, like she's gonna complain. I tell her I don't have one. She stomps off again. I put on a rubber glove, pick up this stinkin dead cat head, turn the glove wrong side out over the head, and toss it in the trash about 10 feet away, and clear the call. Thought about reminding her of the large asian population in the area that probably eats cats. Probably not very sensative of me.... Whatever.
Rant off.
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So I'm working patrol yesterday. About an hour into a 12 hour shift. Its 99 stinkin degrees. Get a call that someone found the head of a dead cat in their alley. No biggie. I go to the house, and the first weird thing I notice is that the whole family, (mom, dad, and almost adult daughter) seem tramatized over this horrible event of finding a cat head in the alley. They insist on showing me, so off we go to the alley. They point out this cat head as if they have discovered the dead body of a human. They give me all the details of how it was lying when they first saw it. I guess they expect me to be shocked at the horror. I'm like, "OK I'll take care of it, thanks for calling us." The lady gets all offended at my abruptness. She wants to know if we have had any other complaints in the neighborhood about dead animals. I say no. She says something about how serial killers practice on animals and that I should look into that. Then the whole family starts lookin at this cat head trying to decide what kind of cat it was. I'm like yeah whatever. Then I realize that they expect me to do some elaborate crime scene investigation. Maybe tie a bunch of crime scene tape around to keep everyone out while I dust this maggot-infested cat head for fingerprints or something. Maybe collect some DNA. So I start trying to look like I give a crap, which I don't. I said something about how we dont know if the cat was killed by another animal or even if it was alive when its head was cut off. The lady gets all offended at my callus attitude. I mean the thing stunk to high heaven. Flies crawlin in and out of its eye sockets. They want me to figure out if its a siamese cat or whatever. I'm thinkin about how cats are just God's version of ballistic gelletin and who really cares.... Anyway, so I tell them again, "thanks for callin, I'll take care of it." The lady says well, its illegal in LA County where she comes from to kill a cat. I say well this aint LA and in Texas you can kill your own dang animal as long as it is done humanely. She looks at me like I'm nuts and says no you can't. I say, sure you can, in Texas we pay vets everyday to put down animals. Perfectly legal. The lady storms off all in a huff then comes back and asks me for a business card, like she's gonna complain. I tell her I don't have one. She stomps off again. I put on a rubber glove, pick up this stinkin dead cat head, turn the glove wrong side out over the head, and toss it in the trash about 10 feet away, and clear the call. Thought about reminding her of the large asian population in the area that probably eats cats. Probably not very sensative of me.... Whatever.
Rant off.
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