FELINE ROADKILL

driving really does require a large amount of concentration and alertness. there's always trick signs and concealed entrances to small roads and even smaller vehicles around. driving isnt mentally draining though, its only after you stopped driving then you'll realise how much sleep you yearn.

either that. or you can just focus on getting to your destination, and not the journey.

so thats what i did. it was at about 6plus in the evening when the sun's going down and its not yet time to turn on the headlights yet. some people still turn them on though, i just find it uncool to do so when its not fully dark. despite that, my vision is still good.

i say good, i didnt imply crystal clear.

the road outside my house was doing some repairs, so there were patches of darker roads here and there (very ugly). i'm so tired of guessing whether or not its a porthole so i just drove through anyway. everything was still good, until about 10m near the next junction, there was another ominous-looking piece of black thing on the floor. (to me, it could either be those black trashbags or cardboard or stuff again). i did what i've been doing, and just drove by anyway.

i'm sure i made it go right underneath my car, between my two front tyres, just to be safe. but i still hear a thud. i thought someone dropped their bag or sth because the road was just outside the gate of a stretch of terrace houses. whatever that went under my car was definitely not flat.

and also when youre driving at 80km/hr on small roads, you dont really get to decipher what you see properly. especially given the current lighting. and i was on a rush.

haha. i just brushed it off.

met up with mw and we went to eat in kovan. after everything, we drove back to exchange vehicles and along the way, we passed by that same road.

BUT, this time its a whole new discovery.

you see, at that point of time, his headlights had to be already turned on (traffic rules). so the road on the floor is actually very visible, and due to many vehicles which were parked randomly in many different positions along that road, he drove slower too. approaching the same 'black spot', he slowed down to catch whats on the floor (something i didnt do). and then he said,

"oh man, someone ran over a cat."

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

ITS NOT ME. I'M SURE. the black dead cat was already on the freaking floor!

it was lying on its left side, facing oncoming traggic. most horrible pose for a cat especially on a road thats always being sped on. the cat still had its collar on please! and its dead. eyes open.

feeling extremely disgusted, i related my story to him. i'm super positive that i didnt run my wheels over the cat! the thud came from the underneath of the car i think. or maybe my wheels ran over its legs? okay, i dont know which is worst.

I DIDNT KILL THE DEAD CAT.

we moved from whether or not i ran over the dead cat's body to how furious we'll be if we were the owners of the house the dead cat died in front of. imagine how inauspicious and dirty and ugly and disgusting and revolting it'd be!

damn the driver who knocked out the cat. damn him for hitting and running like christopher lee.

anyway, when i reached home at about 4am, i had to drive by that road again and i made sure i slowed down to look into that particular lane two lanes down from mine. the cat is not there anymore. but its imprints and blood were like sprawled over a larger area then its body took. other people must have done what i've did, or worst.

ha..

RIP, red-collared cat.