We hit a cat tonight.
It was one of the saddest experiences I've had in quite some time.
But rest assured, the cat is alive and well.
We were on our way home.
It ran across the street, then doubled back right in front of us.
Warren slammed on the brakes and swerved to at least make sure that we went directly over it, instead of it going beneath one of the wheels.
We heard a small knock, and I shivered...
...no large bumps.
Surely it must be alright, we thought.
Maybe just a headache from hitting it's head on the bottom of the car, we hoped.
We drove home.
But when we got there, we realized we couldn't just leave it at that. What if it was hurt, or, shudder to think it, dead?
We drove back.
We were prepared.
If it wasn't there, we'd assume the best. If it was hurt, we would find a 24 hour emergency vet to take it to. If it was lying in the street motionless, we'd see if it had tags, and at least try to take it to where it needed to be.
The drive seemed to take twenty or thirty minutes, yet it was less than two miles away. We slowly approached the intersection around the corner from where it had happened. We looked left, down the road, trying to see anything from a distance before we made the turn.
Nothing.
So we turned, and drove slowly up the block, looking on both sides of the street; on the sidewalks; in people's yards.
nothing
And then I saw it. The little grey tiger striped ghost in the night who had run in front of our car not ten minutes earlier.
It was sitting in a driveway staring at us as we stopped in the middle of the street in amazement.
We decided we should park, and at least try to check it out, to make sure it wasn't hurt.
As we slowly walked over towards the lucky feline, I noticed a second cat sitting there with it, both of them now staring. The new one got frightened, and ran away, squeezing under a nearby fence.
Our grey friend quickly made the same move, showing us that he obviously wasn't very injured.
This time we drove home feeling much better. We went inside and ate our food that we had gone out to purchase, and called it a night.
All this because we wanted Western Bacon Cheeseburgers and Starbucks at 1 am.
It was one of the saddest experiences I've had in quite some time.
But rest assured, the cat is alive and well.
We were on our way home.
It ran across the street, then doubled back right in front of us.
Warren slammed on the brakes and swerved to at least make sure that we went directly over it, instead of it going beneath one of the wheels.
We heard a small knock, and I shivered...
...no large bumps.
Surely it must be alright, we thought.
Maybe just a headache from hitting it's head on the bottom of the car, we hoped.
We drove home.
But when we got there, we realized we couldn't just leave it at that. What if it was hurt, or, shudder to think it, dead?
We drove back.
We were prepared.
If it wasn't there, we'd assume the best. If it was hurt, we would find a 24 hour emergency vet to take it to. If it was lying in the street motionless, we'd see if it had tags, and at least try to take it to where it needed to be.
The drive seemed to take twenty or thirty minutes, yet it was less than two miles away. We slowly approached the intersection around the corner from where it had happened. We looked left, down the road, trying to see anything from a distance before we made the turn.
Nothing.
So we turned, and drove slowly up the block, looking on both sides of the street; on the sidewalks; in people's yards.
nothing
And then I saw it. The little grey tiger striped ghost in the night who had run in front of our car not ten minutes earlier.
It was sitting in a driveway staring at us as we stopped in the middle of the street in amazement.
We decided we should park, and at least try to check it out, to make sure it wasn't hurt.
As we slowly walked over towards the lucky feline, I noticed a second cat sitting there with it, both of them now staring. The new one got frightened, and ran away, squeezing under a nearby fence.
Our grey friend quickly made the same move, showing us that he obviously wasn't very injured.
This time we drove home feeling much better. We went inside and ate our food that we had gone out to purchase, and called it a night.
All this because we wanted Western Bacon Cheeseburgers and Starbucks at 1 am.
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