We have lived in our neighborhood for about a year now and although I know several of our neighbors I have not yet crossed into the "just called up to say hello" stage. So, I was fairly surprised when one of my neighbors whom I've only met a couple of times stopped by my house the other day as I was unloading groceries. I had been out all morning and just brought my daughter home from preschool when she pulled up. She wanted to know if we had a cat, which we do. She asked me if he was light brown, which he is. Then she asked me to come to her car.
I knew right away something was wrong.
Apparently a cat had been hit by a car and was on the road just a few houses down from our house. Hating to see it lay on the side of the road, my neighbor placed it in a garbage bag in the trunk of her car. What little I was able to see of the cat made me think it was our cat. Now, our cat is not an outdoor cat and he's a pretty big cat. So, the few times he has tried to sneak outside he is easily caught. I just couldn't figure out how he could have gotten outside and gotten his collar off.
Although I was trying to shield her from the site, my daughter caught wind of what was going on and started crying. I was trying to hold it together so my neighbor wouldn't think me a complete freak as well as comfort my daughter. We went inside to call my husband and who was sitting in his favorite chair? Our cat! All I could do was laugh. My daughter, with tears streaming down her face joined me!
What a whirlwind of emotions in such a short time. My neighbor probably thinks I'm nuts!
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