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This morning while
walking to work, there was this car that drove by us at a turn. After it passes
the corner turn, a young cat was seen jumping and leaping into the air, head
pointing downward. It is only when I saw blood goosing out of it mouth did I
realize what just took place. Apparently, the cat couldn’t dodge the car in
time and must been hit or ran over it tiny frontal head. It took an agonizing
10 sec or before it ceases it kicking and lay still in the middle of the
road.               
      

My sister was like
cursing and swearing at the driver, for not even slowing down or even stopping
the car after hitting that cat. But in my mind, all I can think of it is last
few moments of fruitless struggles to rip itself of the pain. It is that last kick
before everything when back to the stillness and serenity of the morning that
strikes me that a life has been lost. Could that have been avoided if the car
has been slower? Or if we will faster in our pace, we might have actually cross
path with the car, hence slows it down and save the cat? I got so used to
seeing that cat around, from when it was just a kitty till today. Sigh, shit
happen even when everything seem so perfectly normal and peaceful.