Dead cat in the garbage can!

I thought I'd write the UGLY truth about the 'dead cat on the sidewalk' saga. As B's and I were headed off to work Saturday morning there was a cat on the side of the lawn. It looked familiar to both of us. We didn't know who it belonged to. The cat seemed to be feeling- well, not so good. We both felt sorry for it. I was like, 'oh, someone's kitty isn't doing so good!' We leave for work. When we get home that night it is laid out on the sidewalk DEAD! I guess it REALLY wasn't feeling well. I made some effort to find out if one of the neighbors owned it. [not much, cuz I had to walk PAST it everytime I went outside.] I decided to leave it 'as is' so whoever owned it would find it. [that AND the fact that I wasn't ABOUT to touch it.] Next morning it was STILL there. B's asked if I was going to take care of it. NOT HARDLY! I call Dennis-not available-damn MEN everywhere!!! B's talks me into holding the bag while SHE puts the cat in it. Ok, I guess I can do that. It was worse than expected!! I'm sorta holding the bag-looking the other way-she throws the cat AT the bag-by pure luck it went in! So now we have a DEAD cat in a bag. What to do? I'm late for work, so it's, 'just put it in the trash can!' Isn't that TERRIBLE! I have someone's PET decomposing in my TRASH can. I feel EXACTLY like Brandon said, 'if a random animal MUST die, please, PLEASE do it somewhere ELSE!!!