Walking to school today, I saw a black and white spotted cat (kind of looked like this) lying on a grassy slope on the other side of the street. I crossed over to see if he was dead, and he appeared to be. He was lying very still, not breathing, and had one eye fixed open. A lot of oogy feelings came over me and I walked on. Later I saw two women who had stopped to pick his body up with a tarp. Walking back home later on, I noticed several posters with a picture of a black and white cat that said “I accidentally got outside. My human is very worried about me.”
Fuck. Poor kitty. He looked very clean and cared-for, so I figured he was somebody’s pet. But I bet the owner is going to get a very sad call later on today.