Death of a good kitten

——Written in March 30, 2018

A cat in our residential yard is said to be dying after accidentally falling into a septic tank which was under reconstruction.  My mom found the poor thing and hurried to the vet for help. The vet, while arriving the scene and checking the body, said that there was dim hope that it could continue to live. My heart almost sank the minute hearing the news. The kitten, as I could imagine, must have gone through so much helplessness and pain.

It is a good kitten of deep yellow fur colored with some white thin stripes. It is about one year old and full of life: energetic, playful and lovable. There are three or four cats that hang out in the yard and this one seems to be especially amiable to the residents. Sometimes when my father came back from work, it would follow him obidiently into the building as if being the youngest kid following a parent back home. In that case, my dad welcomed it in, expecting it to intimidate and stop the rampant food-stealing activities by the wicked mice in our house.

Seemingly knowing its duty, the cat assumed the role expected instantly inside: its steps were so light, eyes so fierce, it walked like a very cautious and professional detective, meticulously inspected the crime scene and used his acute nose and judgment to find out any trace left by the villain. We offered it full autonomy to proceed the patrol and arrest.

Its capable and imposing manner must have left the criminals a deterrent effect. After its appearance, the mice seemed to vanish into thin air and as a satisfactory result, our food was blessed to remain intact . As a reward to this helpful pal, my father would roast small fish to feed it. The kitten enjoyed its homely meals and did not forget to express its gratitude by snuggling the body against our feet around. Its fur was so soft and the affection so genuine.

Now the good kitten is dying and I feel awfully sorry. Anyone who present themselves nice and kind to us should be treated reciprocally equal. Although tragedies do happen, there is still a twinge of pity inside of me that I cannot alleviate the pain and suffering. After all, they leave good deeds for us.