Dead Cat Turns Zombie Cat, Claws Its Way Back From the Depths of Hell and Digs Itself Out of Grave

Source - Bart the cat was hit by a car, buried and crawled back from the dead — literally.

Earlier this month, a car hit the 1 ½-year-old cat in Tampa. Bart's owner was so distraught, he couldn't stand the thought of burying him, so he asked neighbor to dig a shallow grave.

Five days later, on Jan. 21, a matted and injured Bart emerged, meowing for food.

Bart had a broken jaw, a ruptured eye and a torn-up face. He was dehydrated and hungry, but alive.

Owner Ellis Hutson didn't know what to do.

"It was unbelievable," he told The Tampa Bay Times. "I've never seen anything like that before."

Hutson got in touch with the Humane Society of Tampa Bay, which through the Save-A-Pet Medical Fund will help cover the costs of Bart's care. On Tuesday, the cat underwent surgery to remove an eye, wire his jaw shut and insert a feeding tube, which cost more than $1,000.

The agency's executive director Sherry Silk said Bart should recover in about six weeks and will be going home with Hutson.

"He's purring, even with all these injuries," Silk said. "I can't even imagine how awful he must have felt. He's just a really wonderful, patient, loving cat."


Such a fucking cat move.  Pretending to be dead just to emotionally crush someone for fun. And then when you're beginning to come to terms with everything, they show up on your doorstep all mangled and shit making you feel like a dick for burying them while the entire time they were actually faking dead the whole time.  And you know that's exactly how it went down, that's the oldest cat move in the book.

And how about this owner.  Guy hits a home run and finally gets rid of his cat, has it come back starving, all sorts of fucked up and he decides to drop a cool $1000 to basically give his $50 cat plastic surgery.  What a fucking schmuck.  Dude, your cat isn't "patient."  He's waiting until he's fully recovered.  And then once he is, he'll wait some more, only this time he'll be waiting for the perfect moment to strike and claw out your jugular when you least expect it.  Like I said, oldest move in the book.




PS - This happened in Florida?  Ellis Hutson must not be from there.  Because if this morbid puss stumbled onto the porch of a real live born and bred Floridian this story would have a completely different ending.  A real Floridian would have bum rushed the cabinet, grabbed the bone handled knife that I assume every person from Florida owns and killed that thing dead so they could stuff it and show it off to their weird neighbors while they sit around in their Crocs and smoke meth.