Went to mom & dad’s. The usual happened, although we did get to see the last bit of both football games. As a former Pittsburg resident, I can’t say I’m unhappy with that.
The we went to drive home. before we got out of the neighborhood, we saw a car, on the left-hand side, with their highbeams on. Well, OK, all we could see were high-beams. So we went to pass them.
Turns out she was stopped to try to help a cat that had been hit. Well, hit once. Apparently Renee hit it a second time. Well, ran over it. We stopped, I got out of the car, the woman was pissed, and the cat wasn’t dead yet. it was gonna *BE* dead, that was obvious. So I placed it on the roadside while the woman (kind hearted, but really, stupid for thinking that stopping and blinding oncoming traffic was a signal to *STOP*) went after a neighbor with a gun. I did what i could, and then left with Renee and the kids before the cat was put down.
They think I was the driver. Hopefully, the kids have no clue why we stopped. And thank the gods we were the *SECOND* hit, not the first.The fact that we added injury to injury isn’t much consolation, though.
The hardest part is realizing, that no matter how necessary, I was incapable of doing what had to be done. I could not bring myself to do it. That and the fact that i will see that cat’s face for a while. know what it’s fur felt like. And that even if we had gotten it to a vet, it would have died.
May it find peace, wherever it is now.