What To Say?

So we were on our way to a dinner with one of the guys who wants me to manage his band. It was going to be a lovely night, his wife was going to be doing the cooking, there house was near where we have applied for one, they are a spunky couple la de la...

Then as we were driving up The Avenue, I see a fluffy blue thing in the middle of the road, it looks like an animal, it is an animal, its a beautiful Persian kitty. And some fucker has hit it and just driven off. Kerry got out and stroked it and found a number on the collar. I called, but it was for a vet and the number went to message bank. The cat was still warm so it had obviously not happened very long ago.

We looked around the area, there were some lights on in the pretty houses. We approached one.

"Do you have a cat?"

Girl bursts in to tears.

Looks like we have found the house, it was the first one we have tried.

It was a share house, about five people pour out of the house in varying degrees of distress. They see the cat in the middle of the road and the stress responses increase tenfold.

One girl screams at us. "Bastards", and is taken back into the house.

The boy picks the cat up off the road and moves her across to the pavement, apparently they have only had her five months, and she is not to road wise.

The girl who called us bastards, well she is more upset than anyone, apparently her grandmother died two days ago.

We explain that we did not kill the cat, but it feels like they still blame us, because we were the ones to break it to them.

It didn't feel at all nice.