back in the swing

So I decided to blogging again. Why you ask? Because of what JUST happened. I was watching a scary movie in my room when my roommate knocked on the door. She asked if I could come out to the back porch because there was a suspiciously calm and still cat on the porch. Donning my house shoes and brandishing a pink zebra broom (hers obviously), I saw the feline laying beneath one of the rocking chairs on the back porch. I did what any of you would do. I poked it. With the broom handle. Well, it didnt move. And in poking its paws found that it was completely stiff.
My roommate and I retreated back inside. She called our friend Kyle ("he's heartless and lives just around the corner"), but unfortunately he was not at home. Her fiance lives too far away and could not come over until tomorrow, after trash pick up. So we called a fine fellow church goer and he somewhat unenthusiastically agreed to help. I in the meantime had tried to psyche myself up to use the snow shovel, but no go. The gentleman and his handy daughter came and handled the deceased cat for us. But I mean really, who else does this happen to?