In memory of Mi-ming (not real name)

Excerpt from Friends:

 

“Smelly Cat, Smelly cat what are they feeding you?

Smelly Cat, smelly cat it's not your fault...

They won't take you to the vet.

You're obviously not their favorite pet.

You may not be a bed of roses,

And you're no friend to those with noses.

Smelly cat, smelly cat what are they feeding you?

Smelly cat, smelly cat it's not your fault!”

 

 

It was quarter to three in the morning of Dec. 4. We were in a black sedan car, talking, laughing and the usual, prepping up for our next target bar. We are again, doing our literal bar-hopping routine – goes to a bar, then transfer to another if there are no enough crowd. You can’t blame us, we are young and “dancing” is like our personal brand of heroine (excerpt again from Twilight-Stephenie Meyer).

 

Our first stop was at Shaw Blvd., Lancaster Hotel for a bar launch, then went to Pier One The Fort, expecting that nice number of crowd (partying crowd) is waiting for us, unfortunately, silence is the only thing present in the area. No choice for the group but to find a place where we can continue that party spirit! As we head towards South, we passed by the famous McKinley Hill. It was well lit and the road was clear. None of us imagined that just some seconds later, a tragic sight will occur. Driving - hitting the road more than 60kph as we wanted to reach the destination fast…then on one quick curve…skreechhhh! Hit the breaks but it was too late. We ran into a mommy-like kitty crossing the street. She is medium built, mix of gray and white. She’s kind of healthy? Oh gosh, is she pregnant? No, hope not. Friend kept on driving while the rest, including me, are as shocked as stone, cannot believe what just happened. No one dared to talk, until the pilot, lit a cigarette as he blurted…. “This is the first time. This will give me nightmare for sure.”

 

Silence in the car again.

 

No one dared to turn heads and look at the disaster. Last scene pasted in our minds is that one last stunned look coming from kitty.

 

A day (almost) has passed, I still can’t let go. I can imagine how she tried to run and how the speed of the rolling wheels crushed her little bones. Did she get smashed? Did she have some seconds to ponder what happened? Did she have those flashbacks?

 

Stop, too morbid.

 

Again, our heartfelt sympathy goes to you Mi-ming (not real name). We really are sorry for what our “hunger for party” did to you. We cannot bring you back here, but as return, I, in behalf of the group, will treat you all mi-mings much better, so much better than before.

 

All our prayers go to you Mi-ming.