October 26, 2017 by genelup
I got off work at midnight; bought a 20 oz bottle of Coke, put it on the seat of my truck and then pulled out of the Wal-Mart parking lot. A few miles down the dark and lonely road my headlights caught a cat darting just a few feet in front of my truck.
I swerved. The cat became hidden from my windshield view; probably just a few inches from my right-front tire. Then I heard the “thunk.” “Oh, no. I ran over that cat,” I thought. Many other thoughts raced through my mind. “What should I do?” I asked myself. After about 15 seconds I stopped, made a U-turn and went back on the highway to search for that smashed cat plastered on the road. Maybe he is still alive, just marginally injured.
I made two passes down the highway, back and forth, looking for that cat. I couldn’t find him on the road … and also off on the grassy shoulder.
I went home, shaking my head and feeling terrible for what I had done. It wasn’t my fault, I kept telling myself.
The next morning i got into my truck. The 20-oz bottle of Coke was on the floor. I smiled. That “thunk” I heard thinking I had hit that cat was really the bottle “thunking” when it fell off the truck seat hitting the floor.