When I left for work today, and as I unlocked the door, I looked down, and saw a dead feral kitten by the curb.

I think that it might have been hit by a car.

It was gray, and perhaps 12 weeks old.  I had seen it around the neighborhood.

I put on some gloves, and put the cat in a bag, and then in the trash.

It was putrefying, and it was leaking fluid, and it was the worst smell of my life.

In life, it had been a kitten, with all that this entails.

Still kind of freaking, though I managed to put it behind me enough to function at work.

^*If you don’t know #1, you do not need to know.