Nine Lives

Last night I ran over Peanut Butter (PB), one of our resident stray kitten. It is probably more like a teenage cat by now, actually. We feed her cat food & she comes and goes as she pleases.

Well the macabre thing was that I heard a faint 'pop' sound, like I had ran over a plastic bag which still had some air inside it. Little did I know that it was probably me running over one part of PB's body *shriek* *gasp* *oh noooo*

As my car entered the driveway we saw her behind the car circling and gurgling- it looked as if she was chasing after her tail countless times. Since it was night time, I didn't see the blood or her mouth that gaped open.

Early this morning I had a morning class & saw that she is still alive. What a survivor. Our neighbour brought her to the vet and PB is staying there overnight. Tomorrow morning the vet will be stitching her mouth & hopefully everything will be well.

So this episode tells me that cats probably do have 9 lives & my car over PB probably took 3 away. I hope she lives to be old enough to tell her children about cars & drivers like me. As of now I am still perhaps in shock by what happened & completely overrun with guilt. My daughter the sweetheart sent me messages to assure me that it is okay, that I hadn't meant it. She had searched the internet for ways to treat the cat or make it at least a little comfortable.

Lesson learnt: please pay attention when driving- the driveway may not be completely clear of obstacles (or pets!).