When I was a teenager, I had an acquaintance who went to the same school as me. My mother knew his mother. Once, he came to my house, we went out, and we found a white kitten. He attacked the cat with a broom handle. I think I also participated in the fight—I don't remember exactly. I think shame makes me want to forget that I participated in that horror. I did nothing. To this day, I don't know why. I should have stopped the attack. He left, and I never saw the white kitten again. I believe it survived, but my inaction still haunts me. I've always had an affinity for cats, and I don't know why I didn't stop that aggression. Did I need a friend? I don't know. I feel disgust, you know? Things we carry through life, like regret.
From a Kemetist perspective, what are the consequences of this? What would Bastet say to me? What would you say to me?