Beckie's Cat

Last week at Beckie's I was looking at her cat and I noticed something about him I hadn't noticed before. Sugar, or 'Shoogy', was hit by a car five years ago; he survived, but with permanent damage. I knew all this about Shoogy, yet I never noticed exactly what the damage was. So there I was on the floor, sweet-talking him and I guess I looked at him just right - and then I saw it. Or a lack thereof.

It was an empty eye socket.

Excuse me while my stomach turns inside out.

"Is that what I think it is?!" I screeched at Beckie.

"Oh yeah, don't look too close, it's really bad."

I'll say. It's not just an empty eye socket, it's like a two inch deep hole in his head that evokes memories of Pet Cemetery. I went running out of the room all freaked out and I haven't been able to stop thinking about it since.

I was watching the boys today at their house while Beckie went to an appointment and every time I turned a corner the Cat was there, staring at me with his one eye. It's so bad I can't believe I didn't see it before. I guess I just saw the dark spot and assumed he had two different colored eyes. Now that I have seen it though, I can't not see it.

At one point today I went to toss something on Beckie's bed and there was the cat on the dresser. I ran away down the hall then thought to myself that if he was in the bedroom all I had to do was shut the door and that would solve the problem. When I ran back to shut it, he was on the bed going, Yeah lady, I dare you. Close me in and then see what happens. I silently clicked the door closed and half expected to see him in the kitchen on my way back to where the kids were.

This may seem trivial, but I see it as a real problem. I don't know how much more freaky one-eyed cat I can take. Jacob and I might have to find ourselves some new friends...