A Yellow Cat

4 March 2008
by HRM Deborah

About sixteen years ago, it was a very bad year more then some of the other’s that where similar to this one. However, this one I think was the worse of them all, because I had gotten so tired of seeing death all around me that year.

The final straw had to do with a yellow cat.

When this cat was just a kitten, it was more wild then anything, for he was born to one of the semi-wild cat’s that use to come into our yard. This particular cat as it got a little older, learned with a little coaching from me, that we could at least be somewhat friendly towards each other, even to the point that once in awhile I could run my hands through his lovely fur.

Then the horrible day came, while I saw the car, I could not get there fast enough to do anything. This particular car almost hit a tree so they could run over this yellow cat and yes, they killed them.

I went to get something to carry them to the garden, where I buried them and then thinking of all the death that had been around me that year; I had had enough. I got to crying so hard that the next thing I knew, I was prostrated on the ground, pounding the ground with the palm of my hand, begging Allah to make all the death just stop.

When I could not cry anymore, I got up and felt very weak, but like then, sometime’s in life if anyone has been in drastic situations like this, mass death can make one feel so empty inside for a time that one almost feels dead themselves.

While I have had similar years since, I do hope that one day no one has to every feel, what I felt that day burying that yellow cat.