I ran over a cat the other night. It was an accident. I’m sorry, I wish I could have prevented it. The cat ran out of nowhere in front of my car, out of the darkness.
It was near an apartment complex. No way was I going to go knocking door to door to try and find the owner.
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Cats are dumb.
I’ve run over several in my lifetime. I’ve never stopped. I don’t fully understand why I would.
Honestly, I don’t understand AT ALL why I would.
As long as it was not a cross-eyed cat who drooled, it probably wasn't the same one.
I don't blame you for not knocking on apartment doors looking for the owner, but you could have pinned a note to it.
A couple decades ago I had to drive to work at midnight five nights a week. We lived in the desert, and the two lane road to work bordered the desert on one side and the suburbs on the other.
I ran over a lot of animals on the way to work. Bunnies, quail, doves. They really didn’t seem to effect the car much. The bunnies didn’t even make a thump.
One night I was cruising along at 60 MPH when a cat darted out in front of me at the very last moment. I must have run over the head because the right front quarter of the car jumped up several inches and it was all I could do to maintain control.
I didn’t stop to tell the owner.
Were you speeding??