Summertime Curse part fortyleven

You’re not going to believe the shit that summer just pulled.

I’m leaving this morning to go to an appointment, and I have to stop to fill the Jeep with gas. The gas station is on the corner of the busiest intersection in RBC. And the red light there is one of those Takes Forever red lights. I’ve spent one quarter of my life at that light. Anyway, I’m pumping gas and see something weird out of the corner of my eye. There’s a white SUV at the light and a kitten falls out from the car. It must’ve been napping in the engine and then the car stopped and the kitten fell out. It’s huddled up and meowing and I’m all, “Fucking hell.” So I run over to the highway and have to wait for a car in the turn lane to hurry by and I’m waving to the lady in the white SUV and I motion to car behind her to not move in a CLEARLY universal way, with my hand out.

The lady in the SUV ignores me, because? I don’t know. Luckily the kitten gets it together and jets across the highway to the gas station. I’m relieved for 2 seconds and I’m trying to tell the lady to roll down her window so i can tell her about her kitten. I guess the light changed because she rolls forward and I swear to Christ another kitten tumbles out of her engine.

“No! Oh no!” and she drives off and the car behind her, which I’m still motioning to not move, fucking moves ahead and of course, runs over the kitten, mortally wounding the kitten, who makes the second saddest noise I’ve ever heard in my life, then the car after that honks at me as if to tell me I’m crazy and to get out of the road, runs over the kitten killing it.

The other kitten had run over and gotten in the wheel well of a truck, but luckily the guy saw it run up there and then these three old men got it out and were holding it and I just zombied the rest of the gas filling and drove off in a daze and crying. I thought maybe one of the old guys would take it, maybe they’ve got grandkids or something. I hope?

And I know that those kittens didn’t mean anything to me, they’re not mine, but damn, I can’t see something like that and not cry, right?

So I go to the appointment and get home about an hour and a half later. And while I’m typing this all out to put on the blog I hear a tiny meow. I look over at Mister Biscuits and say, “Was that you?” and the meow happens again and no, it wasn’t him. I can tell it’s coming from outside so I think maybe it’s Ruby (neighbor’s cat) so I go see if it’s Ruby so I can give her a treat. I don’t see Ruby but I keep hearing a tiny meow. So I search and search and finally I find a kitten under the Buick. It’s so tiny, it’s shaking.

I can’t say 100% that this is the kitten from the gas station, but that gas station is probably .03 miles (as the crow flies) from my house and it’s been 2 hours since the incident.

I’m pretty sure it’s not a pet of my neighbors’ because I’ve never seen it before and it is so small there’s no way a responsible pet owner would let this kitten live outside.

So I call Cindy and tell her about it, and I take the kitten to the Humane Society because I can’t keep it, I mean, I just don’t have the time for a kitten, and I JUST got this cat 4 days ago, right?

I hope good things happen to that kitten.

I had called Laura this morning after the horribleness to vent about my curse. She was a pal.

So after I dropped the kitten off at the Humane Sociey I called Her again. “Guess what happened next?”

“Oh no, what. I called Kris and told him about your morning and we’ve been praying for you.”

“Oh. Thank you. I think the prayers worked. Listen to this.” and I told her about what had just happened.

There are two more days left in June. Should I even get out of bed tomorrow?

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