Upstairs lot said..Bill, one of your cats is dead on the road….sure enough..Rebel. Poor kitty..all squashed. Gee, not nice. I collected him, put him out the front, and went to collect Black Megs..he didn’t know, I figured. Took him to within sight..he stiffened up, froze..scrambled down..looked at his brother from under a car..I went inside, Half hour later, there he was, sitting next to Rebel..yep. All sorted. Big hug and a pat and a pamper.
I wondered though..how come Rebel got flattened? Cats are pretty aware I’ve found. Silly me, what was I thinking? Into my mind came the last split second of Rebel..as seen through his eyes (I imagine)..he got interested in something on the road,..looked up, and here was a car..doing his 60odd kays or better, only a foot or so from him..headlights blazing..big tyre bearing down…real scary huh…at least it was quick.
The upstairs kids and I buried Rebel in the back yard. And Black Megs took a while to get over it…the next door’s kitty used to rough him up..but one day, we had a Black Megs come sailing up the path intent on mayhem at the very least..the other one made it to his fence, and Never Trespassed Again..