Undone

It’s been an oddly interesting day. I woke up around eleven, almost twelve. I woke up so late because I was sleeping on the couch, away from my friend, whom I had been fighting with. I was tired. I still am, but you’ll see why in a bit.

I did some fluff stuff like go to church and what not, and the doorbell rang…

Someone was there saying that my cat had been ran over by a car. After running to where they said he was, I saw it wasn’t him, and was VERY relieved. We (me and my friend) decided to try and find the owner, it was possibly just a stray, but I figured I ought to try. We walked around in the very very cold, but we couldn’t find anyone who said it was theirs.

The poor thing died, bleeding out of it’s mouth like crazy, it’s eyes were sort of glazed and shiney…… It wasn’t something I want to see again.

I got extra kindly rewarded by a bugger of a middle-aged man who told me “THis is the third time you guys have came around tonight, we don’t own a (explitives deleted) Black and white cat, stop bothering us!”

I held my composure till I got home, and I began to scream like a freak. I don’t understand why people need to react that way when someone is just trying to help, It’s a service, and to react that way is not only ungrateful…. it’s obscene. It doesn’t make sense. If it had been my cat, I’d want to know.

Crap, To put it on a level that most people would understand, would you want someone to run over your child and not worry about whether it was taken care of or not?

I’d personally want to know.

And, to add to the drama of the night, my friend is going to be returning home. She was staying with me, but her grades– well… Nevermind that, but she’s going back home, and I — dont really know how to feel about that.

My apathy reigns once again!

So a long day comes to some semblance of an end. Right?

Derringer Meryl [Little things] Out