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There are two neighbourhood cats in the area, a black one and a black and white one, who occasionally wander into the house to see what we're doing, and whether we've left any food out for them.

Or at least, there were.

At about 11:30 last night, the black one was hit and killed by a car as it was trying to cross the northbound lanes of Shafston Ave.

I was sitting in the living room reading when I hear a screech and a thud out on the road. I looked out the window, and saw a car pulled up on the other side of the road, and the cat who looked like he was chasing butterflies in the middle of the road.

Unfortunately, it was actually the cat in it's death throes. By the time the driver got out of his car to check, the poor cat was already gone.

The driver actually drove off, went under the bridge, and came back to park on the side street outside my place (so he was slightly more legally parked) so he could check on the cat properly. All he could do was drag the cat off the road and on to the traffic island instead.

Poor fellow. Somewhere in this world, I hope that cat has just been reborn and is a tiny, clueless kitten, wondering what the hell is going on.

Hugs, cause I need them.

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mijbril
Jan. 13th, 2003 07:09 pm (UTC)
Sob
You know me & animals AJ. You may even remember the rabbit episode last year....

*hugs* my friend & hoping rebirth is a reality.
halloranelder
Jan. 14th, 2003 01:50 am (UTC)
Re: Sob
Yes, I remember the rabbit.

I hate being a softy.

That cat is around there somewhere. He'll turn up again sometime.
mijbril
Jan. 14th, 2003 02:05 am (UTC)
Re: Sob
Nothing wrong with showing a bit of compassion AJ. Better to be a softy than some hard hearted "cat hater" (those people really piss me off). I must say you're taking an admirable philosophical view of things too, very commendable.
halloranelder
Jan. 14th, 2003 05:28 am (UTC)
Re: Sob
Well, it's either take a "philosophical view", or curl up on the floor sobbing my eye's out. I'm the type of person who'll cry at the drop of a hat (as long as it was a nice hat), so I have to believe it'll all be ok.

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