CRUELTY

Five boys were rolling something on the street with sticks. They were laughing and having fun, rolling this dark "thing", then tossing it up into the air. The dark "thing" was giving off smoke. Finally, the boys tired of their game and left. I went down to the street. I looked down and saw a kitten enveloped by black tar. It was not dead yet, but its movements slowed down, and then they stopped altogether. I walked away depressed. I told Touryalai about this incident, and he commented that cats were not liked very much here in Kabul.