This morning I left for work a little later than I would have liked, but still not as late as sometimes normal. It was about 7:45 as I pulled out of my driveway and onto Washington Street. Although my defroster was working to clear up all the overnight dew from my windshield, I could still see just fine…
Fine enough to see a striped orange kitten running from the yard to my right, into the road, and under my right tires. But it was too late to try to avoid the kitten. I’m an animal-lover, so this was obviously not a good way to start off my day.
I called Tyler immediately and told him what happened. He asked if I stopped to see if the cat belonged to a family, but I hadn’t thought of that. I couldn’t do that because even if I wanted to see if the kitten had a family, I couldn’t go back to see what I had done to that poor little, cute, fuzzy, harmless animal.
I’d like to take a moment of blogging silence for that kitten, who never saw my little black Corrola coming its way…
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Thank goodness I will drive back home in the dark tonight. I couldn’t bear to see that lifeless animal on the side of the road. Lesson learned? If I’d have left for work on time, I’d have spared this poor little kitty’s life.
I’m not sure, but I don’t think this is the way Bob Barker would recommend cutting down on the stray-pet population…
