I went job hunting at the mall yesterday, and got there by bus. After my mostly unsuccessful hunt, I went home, again by bus. As the bus was nearing my stop, the driver noted that there was a dead cat near the stop, about three meters back from where I got off. I got off the bus, and stood and lokked at it for a little while. There were flies buzzing all around it, and it hadn’t been there when I left, so it couldn’t have been dead for more than two hours. It looked kind of like the stray cat that my mom feeds every day, so I feared the worst.
I started to feel a lump in the back of my throat, so I decided it would be best to leave before I got too emotional. I told my mom, and she seemed to be rather shaken by it. Luckily, our stray cat came around soon after. We’ve been feeding her for five years, so she’s essentially become our outside-cat.

It pisses me off that when you hit a dog with your car, you have to report it to the police. But if you hit a cat, you don’t have to do anything. And I doubt anyone did. I wonder if the cat’s owner is still wating for it to return home, not knowing what happened to the poor thing.