My first real driving experience

I have since been driving for some time, even miraculously getting a full licence. I've killed several other animals but this really stands out. Mainly because of the speed. I was at my most careful and could not stop. Everything since then has been a furious race car pace and the animal looks to have been trying his luck. No heart and no luck. I'm not cruel just reckless and fallible. Via Con Dios. I have recently taken up driving. I can no longer, it would appear anyway, hide behind a mask of enviro-conscious non-committal laissez faire dithering like this sentence. I must learn it would appear. So on my first night out a police car pulled across in front of me with no prior warning and without so much as a how do you do. I steeled myself against this and continued on this road, at I might point out only 45kmph. It was at this point that the meanest cat that I've ever seen stepped into the road. He looked like one of those grizzled old cowboys that Clint Eastwood plays. Rheumy old eye, chunk missing from his ear and a permanent leer. Now maybe this cat was convinced that there was no traffic as I held it back for the best part of twenty minutes at my learners pace or maybe he was the ballsiest S.O.B. of a cat ever to walk the planet. Whatever his intention He looked me straight in the eye and did not move. I drove on, still he did not move, I could not swerve either into the children playing or the oncoming traffic and the car behind me was so close, with the frustration of following in my speed, that I could not brake. Thump!! The cat, he is no more. The children, they did not look happy. I kept on driving. Maybe the cat after a life full of pleasures, cat pleasures, felt it time to end it in a dignified act befitting the dignity he had always tried to live his life with. Fuck it anyway, I don't like cats.