I ran over a poor cat.
Look, I hate blogging about this, I really do. In fact, I didn’t even plan on writing about this here and this actually happened a few days ago. But I have to get this outta my chest.
Well that other night, ah soon called me out for mee sapi. So there I was reversing out from the car porch when suddenly felt the car going over some usually large bump, both front and rear tyres. I initially thought it was the auto gate tracks until I was just outside my gate when I saw a whitish thing throwing itself around the car porch.
Literally dude. That cat was literally flipping and throwing itself around, like those people being possessed by spirits you see in the movies. It is the horror when realisation strikes you on what had you done.
I was like. Bloody hell.
There I was, petrified with my both hands on the wheel, staring at the cat reacting to what looks like excruciating pain of having a car run over itself. I watched in utter sorryness.
I pulled the handbrake, killed the engine and stepped out of the car when the cat finally gave up its struggle. It came to a rest near some flower pots. I approached the poor cat as silently as I could, so I probably could try to comfort it or something you know.
It was panting like there’s no tomorrow. There weren’t any visible injuries fortunately, but the injuries were obviously (or un-obviously) internal. But there were black tyre marks over its fur which made my heart sank again. Damn. Before I could make another step forward, it leap up and dashed across and up over the fence into my neighbour’s yard.
Damn again. No chance to save that poor thing.
This is the cat I ran over. Till this day, I have yet to see it around when it used to be a frequent visitor to our yard. I bloody hope that poor cat survives. After all, cat’s have nine lives no?
But really, I went on to fetch ah soon keeping a constant 60 km/h and an extra alert lookout for cats on the road.
I’m so sorry.