„Let me try to explain.
When i was a little kid, i mean around 7, my granfather was having a countryhouse very close to the city i was living with my family. The kind of house with the red bricks, a large garden –not that large maybe. it got smaller while i was geting older-, a second floor with dark secret corners and large pine forests around, that, me and mother usually go for collecting wild mushrooms.
My little sister was pretty young, around 2. Thats why we were spending from friday afternoon till late sunday there in country. We were having a nice healty time in the garden as children suppose to have, and long suppers nearby the chimney in winter.
The house was in a little willage, surrounded by other single houses, set in a line of the road –not a highway, just a two-lane road, generally especially occupied with sunday traffic. I was hardly let alone to visit the other kids on the other side.
Thats why was spending time in our garden mostly with little sis, making funny noises, generally get more attention than i am, by being cute or whatever. Trying to run with Rue, who was the female cat i own, but never was let to carry home. She was living in grandpa’s for last 2 years, companied by Fuel, the dark spaniel dog. They were friends since they were puppies, like i was with them. We were all puppies that days.
So that day, darling, one of that half-sunny late summer days, all morning i was playing garden-soccer with my friend G., dad was having a bad afternoon ’cos mum was at home working, and sis was unpleasantly crying all day.
One moment, as i remember, G. just hit the ball hardly over the road. The fact that i was running to that direction, made me see all the scene clearly.
Imagine, i was running, and Rue was walking from the other side of the road to me, that the cars were passing inbetween us.
All was just a matter of half second, one moment im seeing her walking to me, other moment car is passing and im seeing her again. Jumping. Jumping like this is a funny cat play in the middle of the road. But her head is in a wrong direction. and like there is no face. just something else there. something truly smashed.
And she is jumping over 1 meters. She looks like a funny toy, in a damn cursed way. Seems like me is the only one who recognised everything. Im running to her, but a second car passing, stopping me. Otherwards i would be start jumping like she does with a bloody face. And the car that passed over her, already dissapeared without stopping. The second one as well.
For a while, for a long while i dare to say, we stay in that frozen moment.
Im shouting like i never did before, shes jumping in the middle road like a cursed toy, and the cars passing between us.
So thats why, i dont want a cat for this house. not again. please.“
falan
