"I don't care about your job, and "

"You are a stupid cow!"

Meow.

I curled my tail around me, sensing an argument rising to its peak. The lady with the salmon left her mouth open; a fly could go inside and choke her. She had her eyes flooded with water, but not a single drop flowed down her cheeks. Her brows knitted together as the man glared, the tension building up. He planted his feet on the concrete floor and crossed his arms. My nose wrinkled at the scent of blood being absorbed by a white cotton shirt. I watched silently, lurking by the mailbox, and waited for the next thing that happened.

"What did you just call me?" She asked.

"You heard me, woman..."

"You ungrateful, worthless son of a bi "

She was't able to finish her sentence for the man grabbed her by the shoulders, shaking her frail body as if he'd tear her like paper. He cursed and spanked her; the plastic of salmon fell, scattering below them. My eyes widened at the sight, but I decided to sit still to wait for the right moment. As my attention hovered back at the violent couple, I noticed that the lady yelped and pleaded, her face now bruised.

"Stop it, Gau! Please, don't..."

She cried and attempted to get away from his hurtful grasp, though his anger-fuelled beating couldn't be stopped. The abuse went on for a good five minutes, his fists landing on her back and everywhere he wanted. It was until then that he pushed her away, and coincidentally did she slip on the fresh fish. She fell down, head first, and crushed her skull. I batted an eye at the criminal who immediately backed off and cowardly ran from the vicinity.

Meow.

A viscous red fluid slithered down the cold ground, crawling its way to the gutters. I sneezed, and out of curiosity, got up to take a peek at the bleeding human. She was already pale from the loss of blood, and perhaps she got shocked by the fact that she died from stepping on a fish. My paws poked her eyes; she didn't respond. I jumped on her tummy and scratched the Mossimo shirt she wore, but she didn't flex a muscle. I remembered that she shuddered and wriggled in pain a while ago, so why isn't she moving now?

My interest in her faded away as the fish stole my attention. I was famished, and thee feast in front of me was a huge temptation. So delicately strolling to the clean meal, I left the lady by the pavement she wouldn't be feeding me anymore anyway. I snatched one big salmon and walked, the prize hanging in my mouth. I dared not to turn around; pitying the dead will do me no good. She lost her game, and I've won mine. Life is unfair, especially when you only have one life.

I am a cat, and I do not understand this complex world I live in. I breathe, I eat, and I sleep; that is all I do. I walk around the neighborhood a lot being chased by dogs is just one part of my exercise. I see things that are sometimes unexplainable or meant to be kept as secrets. I live amongst mankind, but I don't care about them. Why? It is because I am a cat.

Meow.