Dass

 I woke up to a feline shriek. For a moment - a second or so - I pondered and then I was up from my bed and out of the room. I spotted the kittens. Three of them. I wondered where the fourth one was. Probably had gone to my room. I poured out some food for the three all the time calling the fourth one. By now it should have come out. I opened the main door and there it lay, dead. Probably mauled by a marauding cat from the neighbourhood. I felt guilty. The kitten had been out all night because of my stupidity. It was dead because of me. I was perplexed as to what my feelings should be. Sadness? Or just, it happened...move on! It is not your fault. First time is a mistake. It was a mistake. A life-taking mistake. Stupid if I do it again. Meanwhile what do I tell me sister.  Lie that it had just died or that it was my mistake.  I don't know what was right but I told her the truth. The kitten died because of me. (And then by the end of the day it flashed to me perhaps, perha...