Murder

This morning I walked out to my car to go to work and found my flatmate's kitten dead beside the car.
She had obviously been hit by a car during the night that decided she was not important enough to stop.
I ran inside and yelled to my flatmate who was in the shower that her beloved kitten had been hit by a car.
She was kind of flippant about it and made a remark like "aww I'm sorry kitten, I shouldn't have told you to go play in traffic yesterday".
My flatmate was usually pretty annoyed by the kitten who meowed so loudly so often even when she didn't really want food.
It was pretty devastating for me to have to experience the cute little ball of fluff lying cold on the road.
If there were two cars coming in opposite directions on the road, one of them would have run her over again, she wasn't close to the footpath, she was more in the middle of the road.
I wasn't hugely attached to her but as my flatmate picked her up by the scruff of her neck and carried her into the house, I felt sick, shakey and sad.
I can't believe someone would have the nerve to kill an innocent kitten.
It makes me worry about my cat, who I love dearly, more than anything in this world, that one day some asshole is going to drive down my road and take her away from me.
It would break my heart.
Mum said I shouldn't worry coz my cat hates cars and runs away but sometimes she crosses the road and at night, maybe she wouldn't be able to be seen.
Going home tonight is going to feel kind of lonely without her meowing at me constantly and hanging around my legs until I almost kick her, by accident of course.
This is my first experience with the death of an animal in this way, sometimes we've taken them to the vet when they've gotten old and got them put down but I've never had to come out of the house to find my beloved animal lying on the side of the road.

RIP little cat. We had nice cuddles while my flatmate wasn't home and you always purred the loudest.

Varelai.

You know what they do to guys like us in prison

I went to school with two girls who were murdered by their stepdad in Masterton in 2001.
Every day I thank God that Bruce Howse is rotting in jail where he belongs.
Olympia Jetson and Saliel Aplin were only 11 and 12 when Howse felt the need to end their lives in the family sleepout, one warm December night.
Last night I was looking at a Facebook page for my old school and there was a picture of Olympia singing in the choir.
It broke my heart because on the Facebook page, there are many other people from the school who have joined and they're all grown up.
It's amazing to see these kids I knew when we were 10-11 are DOING something with their lives now.
Not Olympia, she never had a chance.
She's not going to university or working at the local paper or doing a course or having children, she will never do these things.
The strangest thing was, we all heard when she died that she had written "my dad is going to kill me" in the back of one of her notebooks before it happened.
I feel so sad for her. Someone commented on the photo "is that Olympia?" and someone else replied "yea, it is..."
Everyone in Masterton knows what happened, particularly if they went to that school, we had a memorial service for her.
The ... after that comment says enough. They didn't have to discuss her death, they just knew.
When I saw the picture, I didn't have to read the comments to know it was her. I saw her face and my heart sank.
She doesn't have a future.
Howse will be in eligible for parole in 2026, I hope he dies in prison, but I know, even if he does, that's not going to bring back the girls. Howse rotting in prison, doesn't change the fact the girls, who would now be 19 and 20 are not here.
It's barely enough punishment but in fact, the Judge was quite proud just how much time he got.
I hope they do nasty things to him in prison, he doesn't deserve more than that.

Varelai.