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2 weeks ago I ran over a cat out on Hwy 5 in the West Flamborough/ Troy area. Me, of all people. I'm 'the cat lady'. Stupid thing decided to dart out from the field as all these cars were coming, mine being the unlucky choice. I swore I would never swerve my car again, seeing that was the cause of my last accident (then again, you NEED to swerve when a moose is in the way, unless u WANT to die), but at last second, I swerved. Of course the guilt of 'if I hadn't swerved, would the cat made it thru ok?' sets in.... All I know is I handled my car better & didn't spin out this time around. I tried to go to the house it was headed to, to inform them, and there were lots of other outdoor cats there hanging outside their shed. Does that make them 'barn cats' if its only a shed? Needless to say, no one was home. I felt wierd leaving a note for something that needs a personal apology, and for all I know, they could give a shit about those cats.
I left with a sick feeling in my stomach.
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"When I die, I want to be buried under the dancefloor"- Frankie Madgenta
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