Thursday, October 30, 2003

My father was driving me back home after my weekly Aikido lesson when we came across a small body covered with fur on the road. I straightened up in the passenger seat and exclaimed "oh my God". It was a cat, lying on the road, motionless. Apparently, someone had roadkilled it...I got out of the car while my dad drove to the airport to fetch someone. So I quickly ran to the dead cat, trying to examine it. Its eyes were open...gosh...it was just "staring" into death...I was sad. It didn't know what was coming at it.

I've always had a thing for cats, probably because I grew up with them. You see, when my aunt Madeline was staying with us, she had six cats which she loved very much. Since I was young, she took care of me, and so did the cats. Yes, the cats took care of me. This may sound crazy, but I see kinda see myself in cats. Solitary, "aloof", independent. I'm not indepent, if you're wondering. Cats aren't really the social animals we expect it to be like dogs. I view myself as someone who isolates himself at home, avoiding large crowds or people that I don't know.

There I go again, rambling crap on and on. That's all...that poor cat...I cant still remember looking into its eyes...:(

?dael had a question at 8:37 PM