It sure was an unfortunate day today. Right after ethics class, I went straight to the bus. I laid my bottom on one of the few remaining seats and flipped 'Cognition', a nice book I borrowed from the library. People were exchanging meanderings and jokes, totally unaware of my presence. The bus started to move. I longed to stretch my body like a cat on my lovely bed back at the hostel after a day long's class.
ONE MAN SEARCH PARTYAfter I dumped my ever-heavy bag on the hard concrete floor, I was about to go out for dinner when I suddenly realized my handphone was gone! My mind didn't go blank, as you may not have expected. I remained very calm and scrutinized every square femto meter of the room. No. No sign of it. Asking my friend to miss call me didn't help either. It must have wondered else where. My cerebral cortex surmised it must have dropped either in the class room or in the bus. My prefrontal cortex engaged in a 3 miliseconds long conation process, which at the same time actively searched through the hippocampus for any short-term visual memory register of my phone falling off from my pocket, which was probably too brief for my conscious mind to notice. No. No sign of it. A walk down my memory lane didn't return any useful clues. Then my kidneys' cortex secrete voluminous amount of adrenaline hormone. Pulmonary activities and respiratory rate increased in exponential manner. Muscles become overly active and agile. Eye pupils become dilated. I began to transform.
TRANSFORMATIONMy mind must have shut down during that brief transmogrification. I didn't realize that the bus couldn't get in today because of the night market. I ran with celerity and got a bus outside of this small neighborhood. My perception of time slowed down. The engine roared like a lionish tiger, but it moved at paramecium's pace. I got to campus anyway. I searched through the classroom and all the buses. Nope. No sign of my handphone. There's one bus gone. I have to wait for that one. I then sat on the bench at the campus bus stand. I perspired profusely as I reverted back to my meek self.
NICE KITTENA small bus was idling infront of me. Some students boarded it and the bus driver stepped on the accelerator. The bus whisked off. But as the rear tyre rotates around its shaft's axis, I saw something fell off from it. Then a bone crushing noise was heard. Not loud, but crisp and clear. After the trailing exhaust of the bus diffused away, a filthy but nice-looking kitten was lying in front of me, eagle-sprawled. The head faced down, but its ventral burst open and all the brain matter and innard visceral and entrails came out. They all meshed together. The eyeballs were squeezed out of the crushed eye socket and looking straight at me. My, what a nice glass crystal-esque meatball. Whoa. the tiny blob of blood and flesh was still pumping. Was it the lung? No. Was it the tongue? No. Seemed like its heart. I went forward and squat down. Pandemonium arose amongst firing neurons in my gray matter. Hmm. The heart had its own VA signal trigger, but it also receive electroimpulse from the brain. Might it not be that part of the brain still functions? But it's all meshed up, like the dressed meat I poke with my barbeque stick in a party years ago.
PHILOSOPHICALWell, just what if the brain still functioned? It still retained some primitive cognitive abilities? What the kitten was thinking? Unable to move, its head faced down, but the eyes can see up above and my face. All it knew was that it must keep on breathing. The heart must keep on pumping. All the pain no longer mattered. It wasn't a kitten anymore. It was a bunch of convoluted meat. Hmm. Should I administer CPR? But I couldn't find the mouth. Should I flipped it over so the heart can pump better? Uh...no stick in my vicinity. Sorry little kitten, looks like you've used up one life. 8 more to go.
CONCLUSIONSo what's the moral of this story? Kittens, you must not play on vehicles' tyres. Cats, you must look after your kitties. Someone ought to run an awareness campaign to remind these ignorant cats of the perils on the tyre. When the engine starts, get off! You won't get a free ride with that!