This is an ordinary cat. She carries a black scent. Its the scent of her death but not the only black scent. She also carries the black scent of the killer. A black joy of someone miserable and distressed. She doesnt smell but she wreaks of the blackness of the soul of one particular human that in everyone’s mind has a different image. Like satan and death.
It’s easy to make snap judgements. Those who explore the lives of others have already or will have a heightened sense of empathy than others. This includes animals, who we share our planet with, and who have their own cultures and societies too. We live in a time where we have to learn and cooperate before it’s too late. What do you think? Let’s start a discussion in the comments below.