When I left to take Deacon for a walk tonight, I encountered a woman just past our house getting out of her car to crouch in the middle of the road.
There was a cat on the ground, not moving.
I put Deacon back inside and went to investigate.
We couldn't determine how long that cat had been there, or who had hit her, but she was in really bad shape and she definitely was not going to live. She had no collar, so I called the non-emergency city line and they sent an animal control officer. And we sat in the street, and we pet the cat together as her breathing got slower and slower and we cried a little and we waited.
After a while, another woman joined us. We named the cat. We made up a life story for her and told her about our cats, past and present. Told her she was good and lovely and loved. Thirty minutes later, when animal control arrived, we handed her off to be euthanized together, and then all just sort of stood there, uncertain how to end our strange, awful interaction.
And it was awful. But I can also promise you I will never forget those two women, complete strangers, who didn't want to let a cat die alone and didn't want me to sit there with her alone while waiting for animal control.
I'm not sure what my point is other than processing, but it is nice to remember that even in a shit world where innocent beings suffer, at least there is still the kindness of three strangers sitting in the street, crying over a cat none of them knew.
Me going into this weekend: Well, it's time for the local anime convention, the one that I've been preparing for since December and worked super hard so I'd have lots of mage plushies in the store I sell them at downtown, all ready for excited anime fans to buy them!
This weekend: Protesters gridlock downtown on Saturday (aka, the Busy Day, aka the Profitable Day) because they can't handle the concept of a drag queen doing story time for kids at the library, someone escalates this to a very effective bomb threat that's fortunately fake but still forces local shops to close and the reading to be cancelled for the sake of safety, it pours rain, and is the coldest weekend we've had all month to boot. All the shops and the downtown farmer's market that brought in extra stock and produce in preparation for what is traditionally a very profitable weekend for local businesses due to exploring convention members are left in the lurch.
Me, now: (lying in my bed trying to console myself with humour) ...this did not go according to keikaku.*
I swear, I use my cane out of the house ONCE and 2 fucking people I know ask me if I'm "into the grandpa aesthetic", I get my cane stolen twice, get called a slur and everyone I meet asks me if I actually need it. I'm going to kill somebody.
i say i like tragedies and everyone’s all like ‘why do you like sad stories? are you depressed?’ and never ‘how was the catharsis? was the catharsis fun?’