pavandeep

Yesterday, I was walking to my car with my friend and I saw something pink on the sidewalk. I slowed down (almost stopping) so I could figure out what it was, and said "Oh look, a cat fetus." My friend and I continued walking, and then I said "Hey, that was kind of gross, huh?" (She thought it was more sad than gross)

Thinking about the incident today, I'm surprised I didn't say something like "OH MY GOD! THERE'S A CAT FETUS ON THE SIDEWALK! WATCH OUT!!!!! EWWWWWWWWW!"

So what stopped that response? Perhaps it was because here, in Philadelphia, my threshold for grossness and fear are a lot higher. The street where I park is as ghetto as they come: there are dozens of cats, the windows and doors of about a quarter of the houses are boarded up, there's one house that always has water leaking out of it, people yell stuff to other people across the street, and then they yell back something about someone else, sometimes you'll see people walking around in their slippers, some of the cars parked on the street don't have license plates, one car (with a flat tire) has been in the same spot for about a year. When you see all that everyday, one pink cat fetus on the sidewalk doesn't really strike you as being out of place.