I was late for work yesterday and came across a young woman who appeared to be developmentally delayed, crying over a dead cat in the street.
I keep small totes in my car because when I see a cat on the road, I will pick it up and bring it home for a decent burial. So far, I think there are seven or eight. (That's why I hope they never dig up my yard!)
In any case the young woman was upset because the "cat had kittens." I though "Oh Lord we've got to find them." Then I realized this cat was a boy!
I calmed the woman down and got a tote and put the cat in my car. When I turned around, she was walking down the street. It wasn't even her cat!
I was very happy it was so cold outside because my car would not have been very pleasant when I got done work.
I was able to bring the poor thing home.
I keep small totes in my car because when I see a cat on the road, I will pick it up and bring it home for a decent burial. So far, I think there are seven or eight. (That's why I hope they never dig up my yard!)
In any case the young woman was upset because the "cat had kittens." I though "Oh Lord we've got to find them." Then I realized this cat was a boy!
I calmed the woman down and got a tote and put the cat in my car. When I turned around, she was walking down the street. It wasn't even her cat!
I was very happy it was so cold outside because my car would not have been very pleasant when I got done work.
I was able to bring the poor thing home.













Play happily over the bridge, unknown kitty.

