Cat-astrophe

Robin told me about the cat lying near the back gate while I was having my lunch.
Suzana had alreay given it the once over I was told, and there was no motion. So I assumed there was a dead cat on my hand now. No hurry, took my time to finish the lunch. It wasn't as if the cat had anywhere to go in a hurry.
The task was something I would have shirked at any time but just after lunch seemed to be the worst possible time. This one was brown and looked as if it had just gone to sleep. Seemed pretty healthy for a stray and I wondered if it was someone's pet and what they must be going through right now.
Reminded me of all the novels and short stories of Haruki Murakami I had been reading lately and how most of them had cat as their central characters.
A dead cat would have been an evil sign, indicator of bad things to come, a very big no-no in those books.