"No one would understand"

It's cold and the blood from my hands are starting to freeze, my gun got knocked out of my hand when I was fighting it's a good thing that I had a knife or I would have lost. I take a good look at the person I'd killed and asked mostly to myself and to my sister's pet cat "who is this guy?" my mind tells me everything I need to know so asking questions to myself is a thing I do my mind can tell me answers I walk over to a cold lake and the cat tells me "it's cold are you sure you want to do that?" in a deep and calm voice, I shrug "eh, not anymore" I step away and ask him "how can I clean my hands then?" not even my mind can find an answer for that. The cat steps forward "come down to where I can reach you" the cat tells me "fine" I say and kneel down and hold my hands out and he starts licking my hands I humm and tilt my head "smart" I tell the cat "but isn't it gross to you?" I ask, he nods and continues licking soon my hands were fully clean, I stand and walk over to my gun picking it up "let's go" I take off my glasses and put them in my pocket while the cat follows.