Cat Dilemma
Well, it was a saturday night walk from the MRT station back to home after the Miracle service. As I was crossing the road and waiting in the middle for a car to drive past, I was wondering what would happen if I get knocked down by it (don't ask me why I thought that way. I just thought. And nope - I'm not suicidal.). My conclusion was that it would be disastrous - I would be missing playing in M&D. On top of that, Wei would be kinda stressed being unable to contact me and me not appearing in service throughout the whole day. It's funny how thoughts of pain and being hospitalised came only after that initial conclusion.
Anyway, as I walked and looking down from time to time (well, something else that is quirky aout me is that when I walk alone, I have a tendency to stare at the ground, but at an angle lesser than 45 degrees below the horizon. And no, the common belief that I was looking out for money doesn't apply here), I saw a black cat lying on the ground with its mouth open and there was some liquid which I thought resembled saliva, forming a puddle on the road at its mouth. First thought that came across my mind: What a freaking lazy cat, fancy drooling all over the place like that. Since that cat was sleeping (supposedly, and yes, this is a hint of something otherwise) at the road beside that path that I had to take home, coupled with that tendency to looked down, [hmmm, what's the term for a 3-person couple? Sub the past tense of it in here] by a disapproving cat catching my attention, I looked at it again, this time with a better view.
Well, upon a closer look, the cat was actually dead. The previous disapproving and comical scene of a lazy cat (like Garfield) was immediately corrected. There seemed to be a huge mess of its fur at its belly - apparently run over by a car. But then again, after some thought, it must be a really lazy cat sleeping under some tyres to be run over at its belly, right? Hmmm... also, the above statement about a sleeping cat in the previous paragraph would also be appropriate as it was, well, put to 'sleep' by a car. [Up till now, you would be probably wondering what "Cat Dilemma" I was talking/typing/whatever about, but hey, read on for the explanation.] After walking a few steps ahead of the dead cat, I actually felt sorry for the cat. Hmmm... this is weird. I don't like cats. I'm sorry (OK, confession: I'm not) to all the cat lovers out there, but I can't see anything likeable for a certain attitude-problem species of animals who only respond to you when they feel like it. Well, at least terrapins respond to you all the time, be it 'begging' for food, or behaving super freaked out.
On my way home today from church, at that same road, the 'sleeping' cat is still there just that it looked shrunk. Oh, this is my first in my life time seeing a dead cat, just in case you're wondering why on earth I was blogging about some dead cat. Well, it's not like a home-bound/indoor/whatever-similar-terms-in-a-thesaurus person like me would be out often enough to see dead cats. And it's not like I go around looking for dead things to look at to begin with =)
Thought: I'm still wondering why I felt pity for that dead cat last night.
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