The torturous, heart-wrenching memories of the events that had taken place earlier in the week had started to become amusement toys for the subconscious of my mind. Especially adding to effect was the incredibly non-feline lifestyle I had started take, which included extreme lack of sleep and a non-fussy, stringent diet; and the flow of existence of the world outside my mind was finally beginning to creep its way into my brain. Especially into my dreams; the way pungent smoke can fill a closed room by slowly dragging its filthy body under the door.
Was my pathetic little body a dating site for snow or something? Because it felt like every single hair on my body was being hugged by an icy parasite, and I came to conclusions that I should probably stay off the main roads to avoid being ridiculed like an abominable snow-cat like I happened to unfortunately resemble. The snow continued to whirl down excitedly until the streets were bathed in a smooth white, looking much like ginger-bread houses at a bakery that had been offered a little too much sweetness by their enthusiastic icing-sugar makers.
Did I mention that it's Christmas?
And behind all those little snow-induced hubs of perfection, probably lies your typical human family enjoying the happiness of the holiday with a small house pet doing a splendid job to clean up the Christmas leftovers.
You may ask, why is an animal like me out on the streets like a helpless wandering buffoon? Shouldn't I be receiving special treatment too, like I had just envisioned for you; nibbling at a leg of roast chicken or sleeping away the heavy inductions of fruit log by the hearth of the fire?
You've forgotten to look at the humans in that picture. And that is what I lack. I've lost my only companion to a hostile, cat-despising nymphet who has eyes that literally drool over my human's wallet. Of course, I should have used that lump in my head to decipher his behavior rather easily when he was around her, and would've been able to deduce the coming future for me. It's because I took for granted that he would baby my fat, furry behind until I was gasping out my last breath; I thought that since I was the only creature in his miserable life that saw him in any kind of god-like way possible and relied on his existence as a part of my sustenance, it would go vice versa.
I never wanted to come to such conclusions, but, I'm beginning to believe that all humans are the same. They have such an odd need to sate, once one thing has been satisfied, they look for another thing. And if there isn't enough room to fit it in, they can always have the ill-minded choice to remove whatever things in their life that are already satisfied.
My paws feel like they've been knotted down into the ground by rope below the snow because by now, I can barely move without feeling like I'm a living transport for metal. Taking a few more sore steps, I almost collapse before my eyes are maneuvered to a sign by bright, neon light, and my mind decrypts the words to be a veterinary clinic sign.
Approximately one animal is put down every eleven seconds in the United States.
It'll only take me about five seconds to walk in there.
I don't have anywhere to go anyway.
