This evening as I was driving my mom's new prius to pick up my daughter's friend so they could spend the night at Grandma's, we were driving down the country road when I saw a cat start running toward the street. I started hollering "NOOOO!" at the cat, but the cat obviously didn't hear me. I put on the brakes and started moving into the other lane (safely of course) but the darn thing kept coming! All of a sudden there was a BIG THUD against the front right side of the car! I screamed, "Oh My GOD" "Oh My GOD" I pulled over to the side of the road and looked in the rear view mirror to see the cat running off! The girls tried to tell me the cat was okay because it was able to run off. I wasn't buying it. So I had to tell them about TRI-PAWED.

One afternoon when it was time to pick up my now 17 1/2 year old from Kindergarten I put my now 12 year old who was in an infant car seat, into my truck to go to the school. As I turned the key to start my car, I heard this terrible grinding sound that just wasn't right. So I got out of the truck (the engine was off) and looked under the car. Under the front of the car was a paw. A cat's paw, from the elbow down. Again...I freaked! I hit the hood of my truck, afraid to open it. Nothing happened. What if there was a dead cat in there? What if my car won't start because there is a dead cat in there?? Oh my gosh, how am I going to get my daughter from school if I can't start my car? Where's the cat that belongs to that paw?

I ran back inside the apartment and got the portable phone and called my husband at work. I told him what happened and being the wonderful, caring, understanding great guy that he is, he came home. By the time he got home I was a mess. I had been crying and hyperventilating. I think it was about this time that the cat made a mad dash from underneath the truck and out of sight. We took my husbands car to school and everything worked out okay.
Later we saw the cat in our backyard, with the other strays that liked to hang out there. It was the cat we called Oreo because it was white with a few black circles on it. It looked like someone had split open some Oreos and stuck them on the cat. But from then on we called the cat Tri-pawed. It seemed to adapt to only having 3 paws. It was really mangled up though. I remember the poor things tail looking like someone had run their fingers down it removing all it's fur! (Like when you slide your chicken and pineapple off the kabob) The whiskers were all bent crooked and burnt.

So now I've cut off a paw and hit a cat with my mom's car!
I think I'm going to bed.