it's an ill omen to speak about detachment (i had posted that day on enzymesandautism talking about detachment)
people don't understand it and i won't again.
i backed the vehicle to go picking some black cherries and plums,
normally i give a slight roll of the vehicle to let any kitten
sitting on the tyres get off but i forgot and just rolled back with a
thud that i knew must have hit something and got out and the kitten i
liked most ran off to the bushes but i knew by the amount of the thud
that it was internally injured.
the plums and cherries were beautiful and i sort of hoped that the
vigour of its running away meant that it was ok but i knew.
when i got back it was in the open but had probably not moved far
from where it bolted to, the saddest part was that it was as bright
as button as a kitten and able to infer things and knew that i would
put it down so tryed to escape.
it is buried near where it played and waited outside the door.