How Do You Process Your Cat Being Hit By a Car?
My heart hurts while I search for answers
As I ushered my daughter into the car for preschool, I saw one of our black cats sleeping by the curb.
That’s odd.
As I walked closer, reality set in.
“oh, Loki,” I whispered under my breath.
My curious toddler — familiar with these cats — asked, “is that kitty cat? Sleeping?”
I told her yes. We needed to leave for preschool.
My mind was a million miles away as I floated through the motions at drop-off. I signed her in, handed her a lunchbox and water bottle. She moved about the classroom distractedly — as toddlers do — but I felt rushed. I wanted to get home.
Fate gifted us with a litter of kittens from a black cat we call Mama. Like her, the kittens were all black as coal. Beautiful, sleek, and shiny.
Mama was a stray hanging around our backyard, up in the high planter. We finally discovered her litter of 3. Linux, Radar, and Ada.
We took them in, got the kittens fixed, and allowed them to have a home while still allowed the freedom they grew up with. We tried to bring mama in for her spay appointment, but she had disappeared.
