Dead little kitty

All very singy in the morning, a nice cup of tea and some quality time spent in getting ready for the day, I left home with a spring in my step. Everything seemed beautiful; the sun was sweetly tucked behind some fluffy, white clouds - the wind was cool and breezy, the initial signs of winter. Driving out to the signal that would then take me to the main highway, I turned up Dire Straits on my Bose for my listening pleasure.

All would have still been beautiful, of course if I had been spared the pathetic sight of a stray cat lying beat up against the pavement. Bloody and tattered, at first it looked like a dirty rag up to no good. But then appeared its form. And then appeared the red, furry coat. Yes, it was definitely a cat, a dead one at that.

Bose turned down, I had million and one thoughts poking my brain. How did it happen? Where was the cat going to? What was the cat thinking? What was the cat's name? Who could hit a cat and leave it by the side of the road? Did that someone have a conscience? Was that someone speeding by? How didn't that someone see a cat on the road? Was that someone attentive at all?

Whatever said and done, my day was no longer pretty. I made it a point to say a little prayer for that cat and all cats whose fates have been such.

Clearly we need more feline help. There are way too many strays roaming the streets and way too many mad men out there, knocking the poor fellows down. This is one place that can be of help to those who come upon an injured kitty http://www.felinefriendsdubai.com/. I don't think I need to get into the details of what a nice little deed it is to help a helpless being.