An evening
A year or so ago
There was a post on Facebook
Regarding 2 cats
Give away.
2 brothers, both black and white
Tuxedo cats... whatever
Free company.
I jumped, knee **** "purchase"
I rocked up at the house
A young couple
They'd be split in 6 months.
I saw the disarray these poor felines
We're living in.
A matted tower
A kitty litter tray
Pyramid of ****
The stench was horribly exotic.
I rocked up
In a single cab ute.
By the scruff of the neck, I grabbed them both,
Chucked them into my ute,
I rocked up home, unorganised
I threw them inside my house.
These poor cats, they were obviously distraught,
But I needed somewhere for them to ****
And something for them to eat.
Then I let the misso know...
We have cats now,
I'm just duckin down to the shops...
She was still at work.
I named them Des and Troy.
Together, they were "DESTROY".
She accepted this (probably)... carry on.
They were inside cats
Never been outside
So they shat inside for quite a while
And we cleaned the tray, it was gross.
You'd walk down the hall
Of our quite nice home
And smell acrid **** and rank ****
From a cats **** hole.
Eventually we introduced them to outside,
They loved the freedom
They now shat outside
It was absolutely perfect.
Then, we saw them on the fence,
Venturing the boundaries
Getting brave
Des was home more often than Troy,
Des was more of a home body.
He would spend time with my wife
Purring and "making biscuits"
Clawing the furniture and meowing
Whenever anyone but me was home.
He would head **** shins for attention,
A softy, our sweet Des
While we wouldn't see Troy for days
Until he brought snakes and bugs inside.
They would playfully brawl
Like brothers
Hissing and growling
Kicking and biting, little *******
Des followed Troy for the adventures.
Recently, I don't know if they were together,
Des was crushed by a car,
Under the tires of some commodore
His face, bloodied and scarred,
Funny how his body ended up...
Curled in a sleeping ball.
We dug a hole in our backyard
A meter or so deep
We placed his corpse within
And we backfilled it.
We shared a moment
I had a shot of alcohol
My daughter, with her boyfriend
We shared some sweet words,
As brief as it was, it was enough
She drank milk, which I found poignant.
Now, there is only Troy
Des is dead.
There can be no DESTROY
Without Des.
The home is eerily quieter
Less movement, less commotion
I see Troy, just sitting
I wonder, if he misses Des...
We still have 2 bowls
A routine, to control the 2
But now, all has changed
I just sit, and Troy does too.
My daughter and wife cried
I do not
This does not affect me
Like it does them,
I express it differently.
I will miss Des, he was a good guy,
As sudden as his death was,
I feel he lived, he was free,
He died a free cat,
No longer in that gross house
With people that loved him
He was family
He had a cool collar
And cool things to play with...
He was a cool cat.
He was the 2nd cat I ever had,
And I will never forget him.
Goodbye Des,
You little ******
**
Mar 16
Mar 16, 2026 at 6:26 AM UTC
An evening
A year or so ago
There was a post on Facebook
Regarding 2 cats
Give away.
2 brothers, both black and white
Tuxedo cats... whatever
Free company.
I jumped, knee **** "purchase"
I rocked up at the house
A young couple
They'd be split in 6 months.
I saw the disarray these poor felines
We're living in.
A matted tower
A kitty litter tray
Pyramid of ****
The stench was horribly exotic.
I rocked up
In a single cab ute.
By the scruff of the neck, I grabbed them both,
Chucked them into my ute,
I rocked up home, unorganised
I threw them inside my house.
These poor cats, they were obviously distraught,
But I needed somewhere for them to ****
And something for them to eat.
Then I let the misso know...
We have cats now,
I'm just duckin down to the shops...
She was still at work.
I named them Des and Troy.
Together, they were "DESTROY".
She accepted this (probably)... carry on.
They were inside cats
Never been outside
So they shat inside for quite a while
And we cleaned the tray, it was gross.
You'd walk down the hall
Of our quite nice home
And smell acrid **** and rank ****
From a cats **** hole.
Eventually we introduced them to outside,
They loved the freedom
They now shat outside
It was absolutely perfect.
Then, we saw them on the fence,
Venturing the boundaries
Getting brave
Des was home more often than Troy,
Des was more of a home body.
He would spend time with my wife
Purring and "making biscuits"
Clawing the furniture and meowing
Whenever anyone but me was home.
He would head **** shins for attention,
A softy, our sweet Des
While we wouldn't see Troy for days
Until he brought snakes and bugs inside.
They would playfully brawl
Like brothers
Hissing and growling
Kicking and biting, little *******
Des followed Troy for the adventures.
Recently, I don't know if they were together,
Des was crushed by a car,
Under the tires of some commodore
His face, bloodied and scarred,
Funny how his body ended up...
Curled in a sleeping ball.
We dug a hole in our backyard
A meter or so deep
We placed his corpse within
And we backfilled it.
We shared a moment
I had a shot of alcohol
My daughter, with her boyfriend
We shared some sweet words,
As brief as it was, it was enough
She drank milk, which I found poignant.
Now, there is only Troy
Des is dead.
There can be no DESTROY
Without Des.
The home is eerily quieter
Less movement, less commotion
I see Troy, just sitting
I wonder, if he misses Des...
We still have 2 bowls
A routine, to control the 2
But now, all has changed
I just sit, and Troy does too.
My daughter and wife cried
I do not
This does not affect me
Like it does them,
I express it differently.
I will miss Des, he was a good guy,
As sudden as his death was,
I feel he lived, he was free,
He died a free cat,
No longer in that gross house
With people that loved him
He was family
He had a cool collar
And cool things to play with...
He was a cool cat.
He was the 2nd cat I ever had,
And I will never forget him.
Goodbye Des,
You little ******
**
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