Cat

I saw a cat get run over by a car today. I saw the small black object leave the curb at top speed on a course that deposited it directly under the rear tire of a big black SUV. The cat’s momentum immediately ceased, and I could see what I thought was the tail blowing in the wind. When I passed the cat I discovered that its tail was not blowing in the wind. That cat was not dead, and what I thought was its tail was in fact its right front leg, twitching violently as the animal engaged in a desparate battle with death. The front half of its body still moving, convulsions coming in spastic waves, building up to a final jerk, one last siezure, and I looked directly into its wild eye, wide and on fire, absolute shock pouring out around the edges of the eyeball, soaking the pavement with terror and panic instead of blood and gore. Four seconds of complete destruction. All this less than a block from my apartment. I went home and threw up, the cat’s sinlge eye staring up at me from the toilet bowl.