Mince

Lately I've been coming across all these cats just sprawled on the streets. It usually happens in the taxi...Suddenly, a huge pool of blood and fur seems to materialize out of thin air. Then you hear a light 'thud' that sends chills up my spine. Imagine if that was...human. I mean, certain people believe in incarnation, right? Let your imagination soar a little; you die, you come back as a cat and then you get crushed by someone who doesn't give two shits whether you're dead or not. Instead of being taken to the hospital or given a proper burial to your temporary body, instead you will just lay there with cars crushing your half-crushed bones to powder and the street flies hovering over your icey eyes.

That. Is. Bad. I would understand it if you were evil then you die and come back as a fly to eat shit but come on; coming back as an Egyptian cat would probably be even worse than that. I wonder if meeting mince cats is some sort of sign. That would be interesting...If you meet an x number of mince cats on the street in a single week; you're more likely to end up being mince yourself. Very depressing. In any case though; I just thought ending up mince (and that's possibly the millionth 'mince' in this paragraph alone) is very unfortunate and the cats were worth a post in this thing; even though I hate their guts when they're alive and kicking.