I was waiting for the bus on Monday morning and not really looking at anything in particular, when I realized there was a cat in the middle of the road. It was down and its tail was flailing as it was trying to get back up, and I realized it must have been hit by a car. It was a small tabby cat, not quite a kitten but not an old friend of the road.
It all happened in the matter of a few seconds, but as it dawned on me that the cat was injured a sporty white car had pulled up to the curb, and a guy that looked to be in his early 30's got out of the car and started walking over to the cat. I felt a rush of gratitude as I thought, "He's going to help save it, and he even has a car, he'll get to the vet faster than I will."
As soon as that thought went through my mind, the man grabbed the cat by its neck, took a knife that I didn't see he had in his hand and slit the cat's throat without hesitation. He hurled it from the middle of the road to the grass on the other side of the sidewalk, got back in his car, and drove off.
I was so shocked I cried on the bus afterwards. There has been the suggestion that maybe he had good intentions to put the cat out of its misery ... but I think if he was truly doing it out of concern for the cat, he wouldn't have disrespected it by tossing it away. The lack of hesitation also told me he was very comfortable with using his knife to slice flesh.
If it had been a human whose neck was sliced after being hit by a car, society would never have forgiven that act so easily.
As one who can offer only my prayers, I wish the cat well on it's journey to the next world.
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