i just drove to walmart, and by a curb in the parking lot i saw a little black cat. a kitten, i'm pretty sure. i slowed down to look at it and it rolled over on its back, you know how cats do, when they want you to pet them. i had this urge to stop the car, pick it up, take it with me - i'm a sucker for those adorable kitties, after all - but sanity took over and i kept driving. so the whole time i'm in the store, all i can do is obsess over this cat. what if when i drive by again, it's been run over and killed? should i take it with me? should i just drop it off somewhere safer? should i take it back to the dorm and try to locate some kind of animal shelter? god, what if it is killed and i could have done something to save it? when i left walmart though, it was gone. how far can a cat go in ten minutes? i actually drove around the surrounding parking lots looking for this goddamn cat, how sad is that? but i couldn't find it. i'm hoping it's not dead on the side of the road somewhere - but i know as much as i wanted to help it, really i only wanted to own it.

that was utterly pointless.

back again with the catharsis entry after i finish my homework like a good girl.

a bird in hand is much better than any number free to wander, fly away...