Jul 16, 2022 00:31
So last night somebody crashed into cars parked on the street next to the house. Unfortunately, one of those cars was my wife's.
This does not matter.
What matters is that they also killed one of my yard kittens.
I'm of the belief that regardless of the existence of soul or consciousness or whatever, the body is just a vessel, no matter how large or tiny.
Friday is trash day, and I took the cans to the curb while waiting for the cops to finish the report. I hadn't seen little kitty Devaney lying in the street at first.
So I gently picked his vessel up and put in the trash.
Fast forward to this afternoon, I need to go out, and when I go out to my car I noticed the trash truck had already come by, so I pulled the bins up the driveway.
Everything normal, right? Nothing amiss here!
It's some hours later, dark now, and I pull up even with the driveway and am more than a little surprised to see little Devaney at the bottom of the driveway, still dead.
Someone took him out of the bin, kept him for roughly 18 hours, and then brought him back just to leave him on the driveway!
That's some A-game creeper shit right there.