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very sad.

Last night on our way home, we were driving up Newport Blvd. Chit-chating and tapping my feet to the beat. It's full dark and the bright headlights are all we see in the oncoming traffic. A very normal drive home through suburbian terrain, just passing the newly sold mannasero strawberry field that is going to be a new nursing home. Right now it's an empty field of dirt and leftover cornstalks.

Suddenly, my lizard brain said look left. I did. I usually do what that part of my brain tells me to do when it senses danger. Unfortunately, the danger didn't apply to me, Mr. Man who was driving, or anyone else in a car.

I watched the little streak of gray fur shooting across the street angling towards us. Then I saw it tumble. Then it disappeared.

A little scream and my hands shot to my face to cover, both to hide and to keep from throwing up.

It happened so fast, even Mr. Man didn't see it.

Then the tears. Then the angry. Somewhere along the chain, someone failed. Whether it was an unaltered house cat, a feral that hasn't been TNR'd in the area, or someone just left the door open.... this cat is now dead.

Please Please spread the word that on a busy suburban street is no place for an "outdoor" cat. Keep them inside, spayed or neutered to keep them from roaming, and make sure that their id's and tags are current.

This could have been prevented.


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Nov. 24th, 2009 11:51 pm (UTC)
=( I'm sorry, sweetie. This is why my pets have always been strictly indoor.

I remember watching a small dog (with tags and all) get hit by a car while I was on my way to work about a year and a half ago. I was weepy all day. *hugs*
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