So this is it… ? Erin
The other day during rush hour I drove past a little boy standing on a steep hill, which was presumably his hill, watching as the steady stream of cars, re-ran over a cat, also presumably his cat. He didn’t flinch as each car reiterated the fact that his cat was now dead.
I imagine that because it was rush hour he had not been able to run into the road to save his cat from the onslaught of cars streaming past his house. Because he, knew not to go running out into the street. That’s what separates him from the cat in this story. He knew better…
He had chased it out side yelling "no kitty, no!" then stopped, knowing that his cat was going to be hit and that there was no way to stop it now. It must have been one of those seconds that seem like a minute, because he came to the realization that he can’t protect everything.
I am a cat who never knew better, and you are little boys who did, and this is just how things have to end sometimes.THIS SCRIPT IS COPYRIGHTED MATERIAL AND MAY NOT BE DOWNLOADED, TRANSMITTED, PRINTED OR PERFORMED WITHOUT THE EXPRESS PERMISSION OF THE AUTHOR
Performed by Erin Brodersen.