Yep, you read that right. I'm a murderer. I committed Feline Vehicular Manslaughter this morning on the way to work. I killed a kitty. Someone's Fur Baby. A kid's best friend. I'm afraid to drive home. I don't want to see its body still on the road. I can't drive by that spot and not look. I have to see.
I am a Cat Person. I tolerate dogs but cats, they are THE animal that soothes my soul. I know how much I love our "kittens," just as much as I love the kids. They are my Furry Babies for sure. They are members of the family and nothing less.
I had to pull over. I had to cry. I had to scream. And scream I did. All kinds of wonderful words, curses, cries for help, came out of me. It felt good. So good in fact I didn't want to stop. But I had to. Duty called. I will go back and try the screaming thing again. I pray I don't have to murder again for the opportunity.
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