Was this your cat, or just some random cat that picked your place to die?
It reminds me of when my wife and I were in grad school stats class together and she got all ridiculous because I got myself a paperclip and not one for here. Seriously.
Anyway, we're walking the two miles across campus to our cars and she's b*tching up a storm. I had given up caring ten minutes ago and now she was walking on the other side of the street.
Oh, in case you hadn't guessed it, yeah, she was on her period.
Anyhow, as she is still huffing and puffing and not talking to me, she sees a dead cat in the grass by the sidewalk. She stops, puts her hands to her face and says, "It's a dead kittycat." I think she even cried (damn menstration!).
Now we laugh about it, but goddam that was the most ridiculous "argument" I've ever been in, Oh, except for some around here.