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Once I saw a cat laying in a cardboard box. She was young and motionless, a pool of red beneath her fur. Soggy box, red Jordans, a hardened body trying to cry. She was cold and soft. So soft. No one looked at the cat laying in a cardboard box as we moved down the sidewalk on that hot summer morning. I kept my hand on her body, on her youthful fur. we're almost there I'd whisper I'd whisper I cried that day for the cat laying in a cardboard box who I never knew or named, but I loved her on that summer morning.
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Oct 13, 2015
Oct 13, 2015 at 5:44 PM UTC
Cardboard Cat
Once I saw a cat laying in a cardboard box. She was young and motionless, a pool of red beneath her fur. Soggy box, red Jordans, a hardened body trying to cry. She was cold and soft. So soft. No one looked at the cat laying in a cardboard box as we moved down the sidewalk on that hot summer morning. I kept my hand on her body, on her youthful fur. we're almost there I'd whisper I'd whisper I cried that day for the cat laying in a cardboard box who I never knew or named, but I loved her on that summer morning.
I wrote this about a kitten on the sidewalk near my apartment, left for dead after being hit by a car that everyone ignored. My friend and I took her to an animal hospital where they put her down.
#life#sadness#death#cat#animals
molly-greenhood
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molly-greenhood
28/F/American
Oct 13, 2015
Oct 13, 2015 at 5:44 PM UTC
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