I stood on the patio of a building that was a few yards from a residential road. There was an awning above me and a driveway to my left, just a few feet across a patch of grass.
As I took a long draw from the cigarette I’d been smoking, I watched a woman approach two men that had been dumping trash into a dumpster at the curb.
The woman had been cradling a cat. She held it out and patted it on its side. One of the men did the same as if showing he’d understood her demonstration. The other man then smacked the cat on its side repeatedly, as if exaggerating the pat the woman illustrated.
I gasped at the force used on the cat and could hear his hand making contact. But I continued to watch the interaction from where I stood.
The woman then handed the cat over to the first man and he put it in the dumpster. The woman walked away, down the road.
Even from where I stood, I could see that the second man started to cover the cat with one of those light weight, translucent trash bags.
I’d become omnipotent to a point and could see straight down into the dumpster, although I was still standing on the patio.
I thought, “How could he do something like that?”
It was a strange subtle move to suffocate the cat. I knew this somehow.
I dropped what was left of the cigarette to the ground and walked toward the dumpster. Just as I approached the side of it,the men turned away. It would not have mattered whether they saw me or not. I felt calm and determined about taking the cat.
However, I still I felt as though their not seeing made what I wanted to do, easier.
I reached in and claimed the cat.
I carried him away and said, “I don’t know what I’m gonna do with you but I can’t let you die in a dumpster.”