One of the landlord’s many cats had kittens. Two shivered, wobbled and died. One survived. The kid took her in for the night and they were sleeping together, which was cute. He started tossing and turning and the cat had to be moved. Then I noticed that the animal was pacing around unusually. Oh God, it was pooping.
I had to get it out of the room, but I felt terrible. The cat literally had poop coming out of its butt and I was holding it by the stomach and flailing around. I got it out and got some newspaper but some trust had been broken and I took the kitten back outdoors. It was wailing. I was sitting there in the dark wondering how many creatures I’ve traumatized.
This is basically what it breaks down to. Communication, civilization, everything. Shit. If you can control your shit then you’re civilized. Literally, just keep your shit together. If not, then you’re on the way out, on the way in, or not there at all. Civilization is basically a big sphincter.