Love and life is a day’s work

            Life is short. Life is beautiful but I killed a living animal today. The love of animals is pure and kind. The mother cat cried her heart out but she still rubs her body against me. Perhaps she knows I did it unintentionally. I gave her food and she ate it. If it were a human that I killed, the parents would have hated me and wanted to revenge me for the killing. The mother cat loves me though I took her most valued possession away from her. Can’t humans do the same ?