Cars suck
Today on my way to look at a house for a client I passed a black cat on the road, but there was nowhere to stop. On the way back it was still there, so I pulled over. It was dead, but still warm. I wrapped it in plastic and drove home with it in the boot of my car, then placed it gently in the dumpster at my house. I named it Raven. At least at the RB it will have a name, even if it lived it's life as a stray. It looked horrible, and every time I think about it I cry. I hate cars, but more than cars, I hate people who run over animals and don't stop. I also hate the funny looks I get when I pick up dead bodies and put them in my car, but if I don't I will have to drive past every day whilst is gets smashed into the road. There are roads all over Bahrain where I have bad memories of dead animlas, and whenever I drive by I think of them. It sucks.