My cat died this morning. That’s not what this story is about, but she did die. She ran into the street and got hit by this old woman driving a black Benz. There’s nothing anyone could’ve done. The old woman is my neighbor and I kow that she’s nearly blind. The cat didn’t look both ways. Things happen. And there’s always another cat. And I’m sure that the old woman will die soon, too. That seems like justice in a way. But, again, that’s not what this story is about. It has nothing to do with cats at all, actually. It has to do with intentions. Like, for example, my intention was not to force the cat into the street. No. I was simply playing around with her, giving her chase. I thought it would be fun for her to run around the yard. Like cat and mouse, only, she was the mouse and I was the cat. But, again, my intention was never to steer her into the road. That’s just how it happened. And it’s too bad. Chalk it up to bad timing. But my intention was pure. Right?
Someone tell me.
Can anyone hear me?
What have I done?
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