Yesterday, much to my dismay, I discovered a dead kitten in the grass across the street from my house. It was close to the curb, probably hit by a car. It was solid black, maybe 4 months old, and kinda bloody. I don't think it had been there very long. I can't just leave them there, so I went inside, got a plastic bag and a cardboard box, and picked it up. I took it to the clinic where I work and put it in the Sad Freezer with the other kitties who are going to group cremation. Driving over there, I was doing pretty well, emotionally--dead kitten, ho-hum, see dead kitties all the time, no big deal--until I turned on the radio and this stupid song was playing:
Yep. There was blubbering.