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i like the city at night. sitting on a wall in front of a house with two sleepy boys inside, both of which i love, and listening to the bugs and the train and the traffic makes me happy.
but finding two cats in the street makes me sad. it wouldn't have been so bad if i had just found the injured one, but another crouched next to it with a scared and confused manner about it, and sniffing and prodding the soft, motionless form is what did me over. all i could do was sit and cry in front of it...i don't know what happened to me...it just hit me real hard. it made me think of my cat, panda. i found him dead in my house when i was seven, in almost the very place i had left him earlier that morning when i went to school, only upside down on the floor, instead of up on the couch. panda was my best friend. i know it sounds silly, but we had this connection i've never had with anything before or since. whenever i was sad, he would sense it and come into my bedroom and crawl into my lap. he would sleep in my bed every night, and in the morning, we'd wake up and he'd make me feel happy before shuffling me off to school.
i cried for days, and was quite upset about the whole thing for months...no, that's a lie. i'm obviously still upset about it...
when i first got there, the cat was still breathing, but only just. during the time i sat there, i stroked its head for the last few minutes of its life before its side stopped going up and down. i stared at it for a while, then, feeling as if it was my duty, i picked up the cat from the middle of the road and moved it to the sidewalk. i didn't really know what else to do, but really, that was probably it. as i got back on my bike and rode away, the other cat just sat and stared up at me with a look i can't even describe.
but finding two cats in the street makes me sad. it wouldn't have been so bad if i had just found the injured one, but another crouched next to it with a scared and confused manner about it, and sniffing and prodding the soft, motionless form is what did me over. all i could do was sit and cry in front of it...i don't know what happened to me...it just hit me real hard. it made me think of my cat, panda. i found him dead in my house when i was seven, in almost the very place i had left him earlier that morning when i went to school, only upside down on the floor, instead of up on the couch. panda was my best friend. i know it sounds silly, but we had this connection i've never had with anything before or since. whenever i was sad, he would sense it and come into my bedroom and crawl into my lap. he would sleep in my bed every night, and in the morning, we'd wake up and he'd make me feel happy before shuffling me off to school.
i cried for days, and was quite upset about the whole thing for months...no, that's a lie. i'm obviously still upset about it...
when i first got there, the cat was still breathing, but only just. during the time i sat there, i stroked its head for the last few minutes of its life before its side stopped going up and down. i stared at it for a while, then, feeling as if it was my duty, i picked up the cat from the middle of the road and moved it to the sidewalk. i didn't really know what else to do, but really, that was probably it. as i got back on my bike and rode away, the other cat just sat and stared up at me with a look i can't even describe.