Nightlife~

Earlier tonight i heard a group of dogs barking like mad outside.
Moderately raining but we were hungry.
We went to check it out and found that they were attacking a mother cat that had recently birthed 4 kittens.

We ran out to it and chased the dogs away.
The cat couldn't walk. It just lay there on the wet road, trying to hiss at us.
We found some styrofoam that we could use to carry the cat on.
Struggled to get the cat to understand that we were trying to save her.
Managed to get it on and began carrying her to her kittens.
Wrapped it up in a blanket too. It's a cold night.

I don't know if the cat eventually managed to understand what we were doing.
It was hissing at us most of the time.
I don't think it's a good thing, to be able to relate the cat's inability to trust anything or anyone.
I think i'm starting to understand our purpose in this world.

I hope mother cat is all right. Altho i don't think she can survive the night.
I hope the kittens will be all right.

I'm so angry at the situation but i understand that nothing can be blamed.
Blame the dogs? It's like getting angry at fishes for swimming.
There's nothing to blame here. It's just how the world works.
Reality can be a pretty depressing pill to swallow.

Mother cat still has kittens.

I'm gonna check up on them.

Feel~

Strange. When did i get used to suppressing emotions?
I don't think i let anyone see what i feel anymore.
I can't seem to trace back when or why it started.
Not even how i got pretty damn good at it.

What bugs me is how i think it's beginning to bother me.
Maybe i'm missing out on something here.