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Last night: I had a dream in which I was being pursued by three AT-ST walkers. There was another guy with me; he was panicking. I led us into an extremely lush and well-detailed swamp in an attempt to evade them. It looked like my efforts were in vain, but luckily I woke up just as they were about to find us.
Two days ago: The moment I stepped out the front door, a cat dashed out into the road and was struck by a car. I think it was a stray; I had seen it hanging around the porch on at least one other occasion. I went and petted it until it died, which took about 20 seconds. It had been pretty well flattened.
By the time I came back out with a trash bag, someone else had stopped in the road. We put the cat in the bag, and I consigned it to the barrel out back. This isn't the first time I've cleaned up domestic-animal roadkill, and I always feel bad about not giving them more dignified funerals.
Hopefully, the cat found its way to whatever feline afterlife may be out there.
Two days ago: The moment I stepped out the front door, a cat dashed out into the road and was struck by a car. I think it was a stray; I had seen it hanging around the porch on at least one other occasion. I went and petted it until it died, which took about 20 seconds. It had been pretty well flattened.
By the time I came back out with a trash bag, someone else had stopped in the road. We put the cat in the bag, and I consigned it to the barrel out back. This isn't the first time I've cleaned up domestic-animal roadkill, and I always feel bad about not giving them more dignified funerals.
Hopefully, the cat found its way to whatever feline afterlife may be out there.