Roadkill

today during the evening run i saw something lying in the middle of the road. as i approached the beige inanimate thing, i realised that it was in fact a dead cat (with bloody head and all). the horror. and to top it off, there was a grey buddy cat just standing next to said dead cat and looking mournful. it was quite distressing, ergh, not at all the peaceful, relaxing run i was looking forward to. poor, poor cat. and poor cat's friend.

these are one of those hallmark-esque inspirational times when you realise that one day we're all going to end up like that- dead- albeit hopefully in a more.. distinguished fashion. i wouldn't want to go out with my head smashed like that. poor, poor kitty.

(almost) makes you want to spend your time alive more meaningfully hm hm

mrrowwr, amen to you