It's been a week....the pain is starting to fade, so, I might as well tell you....
So, it's no secret... I tend to panic....well, not really panic, so much as totally freak out. Yes, I freak out....and few can stop it.... Like the other day...
I was driving down the highway, and I was late. I had to take kids to school and therapy and we were late. I wasn't speeding, but I wasn't going slow either. I was determined. We weren't going to be as late as we could be. We were just going to be "a little" late...... Then, I saw it....
Out of what seemed like nowhere (because, obviously, it came from somewhere. I didn't see a black hole or inter-galactical parallel dimension open up) a dark grey (almost black) feline darted across the highway. Darted. Like she was on a mission. I think that mission included me.
Seeing that she wasn't going to stop, I tried screaming "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOooooooooo!!!!!!!!! at the top of my lungs. This did not deter her. She continued to run. For some reason, it did not deter me either. I maintain my speed (neither increasing or decreasing) and her mission was successful. Apparently this cat had a suicide wish.....which I accidentally fulfilled.
Thump. Thump. Panicked (more like really freaked out), I called the bff. "You have to call the sheriff's office," I explained. "I just had my first hit and run, but I couldn't stop because we're late." The moment I uttered this phrase, I knew it sounded confusing. So, I attempted to explain (in my best panicky voice, of course) what happened. How could I ever face my kids again? I just assisted a feline suicide.....with them in the vehicle....
My friend pointed out that if I hadn't've been panicking on the phone, the kids would never have known what the thumps were. Also, apparently running over a cat is not illegal and didn't warrant a call to the sheriff's office....
Out of sheer guilt (hello, cat murderer anyone??), I told the kids that this was a secret, and to not tell anyone. However, my speech-delayed five-year-old does not understand this concept. Hey, he can talk now, so words are his friends. And he uses them. Needless to say, just about everyone we saw that morning heard, "We hit a cat!" So much for anonymity.....
So, it's no secret... I tend to panic....well, not really panic, so much as totally freak out. Yes, I freak out....and few can stop it.... Like the other day...
I was driving down the highway, and I was late. I had to take kids to school and therapy and we were late. I wasn't speeding, but I wasn't going slow either. I was determined. We weren't going to be as late as we could be. We were just going to be "a little" late...... Then, I saw it....
Out of what seemed like nowhere (because, obviously, it came from somewhere. I didn't see a black hole or inter-galactical parallel dimension open up) a dark grey (almost black) feline darted across the highway. Darted. Like she was on a mission. I think that mission included me.
Seeing that she wasn't going to stop, I tried screaming "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOooooooooo!!!!!!!!! at the top of my lungs. This did not deter her. She continued to run. For some reason, it did not deter me either. I maintain my speed (neither increasing or decreasing) and her mission was successful. Apparently this cat had a suicide wish.....which I accidentally fulfilled.
Thump. Thump. Panicked (more like really freaked out), I called the bff. "You have to call the sheriff's office," I explained. "I just had my first hit and run, but I couldn't stop because we're late." The moment I uttered this phrase, I knew it sounded confusing. So, I attempted to explain (in my best panicky voice, of course) what happened. How could I ever face my kids again? I just assisted a feline suicide.....with them in the vehicle....
My friend pointed out that if I hadn't've been panicking on the phone, the kids would never have known what the thumps were. Also, apparently running over a cat is not illegal and didn't warrant a call to the sheriff's office....
Out of sheer guilt (hello, cat murderer anyone??), I told the kids that this was a secret, and to not tell anyone. However, my speech-delayed five-year-old does not understand this concept. Hey, he can talk now, so words are his friends. And he uses them. Needless to say, just about everyone we saw that morning heard, "We hit a cat!" So much for anonymity.....
Way to funny! I would have been screaming too!
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