Endings

Driving to work I came across two women standing in the middle of the carriageway with what looked to be a towel. I couldn't work out what they were doing until I passed them and glimpsed the flattened remains of a cat in the road.

I felt for them. Clearly they didn't want the pet's last resting place to be an anonymous and rather bleak section of Tarmac. But to be frank they were faced with a rather traumatic removal exercise.