Wednesday, March 24, 2010
Stupid Cat
Last night, I killed a cat. It was not intentional. I was driving home from Roosevelt (a thirty minute drive), it was dark, and as I saw the cat run out in front of my car I yelled at it! I told it to run the other way. But it didn't. It ran right underneath my tire, I heard a thud, and my stomach dropped. Some poor kid woke up this morning to find their kitty smooshed on the side of the road. I didn't like the experience at all, in fact I maybe cried the whole way home. Stupid cat. Why'd you make me kill you?
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Oh sad! I'm always afraid I'll hit an animal and be really sad. Even those stupid pot guts in the mountains make me worry. I'm sorry!
two things, Brandon hit a cat when I was 7 months Pregnant. To this day he claims it is a live because it "Tucked and Rolled Tiff, it TUCKED AND ROLLED!". I know better. Second things, at least it wasn't Sasha.....
hahahaha, that is a stupid cat. Don't feel bad, the owner should keep better track of their cat if it even had an owner.
If it makes you feel any better...In rural places where there are lots of fields there are TONS of stray/wild cats that farmers and others keep around to take care of all the mice. I'll bet it was a wild cat and not a beloved pet.
ahaha! murderer!!!
i threw up one time when i ran over an already-smooshed chipmunk. one less cat won't hurt anybody. except maybe the little kid who loved it.
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