Tonight on the way home from work (midnight) I came very close to running over a tuxedo kitty. He darted out into the middle of main street and I saw him in my headlights, screamed and hit the brakes. As I slid to a stop, he did a giant leap over the meridian in the center of the road and then did another large hop as well, so I don’t think I did hit him. I had traffic behind me as I was close to the local bar, so I couldn’t stop and be sure he made it all the way across the road.

I would never forgive myself for running over any animal and it is my worst fear at night driving through the narrows. Even feeding the other tuxedo feral cat, I marvel at how she can cross busy streets and parking lots and not get hit. She is yet to trust me enough to let me near her, but tonight she was waiting outside the video store for me to get off shift and feed her. Although she ran away and hid in the bushes, I did see her cross the parking lot later for her nightly feed.

I suspect the kitten I almost hit might have been hers as they looked an awful lot alike. Thank you God for not letting me run over that baby, and I hope he made it across the road without someone else taking his life.

I came home and hugged all my cats. They were all in the living room waiting for me and it was glorious to see them all.

Mike is so sick- I don’t know what is going to happen to him next, but he had six cats on him this morning, all snuggled around him keeping him warm. Tomorrow they are supposed to come and install the heater for us. I hope they keep their labor cost down- money is so tight right now.