another kitty

We had had such a long morning and were so tired. Driving our seperate cars down Peachtree Rd, 5 lanes of mall type traffic in Chamblee at 11am, we passed someone’s big gorgeous cat freshly hit in the road. I teared up thinking about Snowball and Steve, ahead of me, pulled into the Quick Trip. He asked if I’d seen the cat and said he couldn’t leave it there to be mangled and crushed. We turned around and he pulled off to the side street by these road front condos (obviously where the cat had come from) I pulled into the turn lane and stopped with my flashers on so people could see there was something up. When the light up the road stopped the traffic, Steve ran out with a lap blanket and grabbed the kitty, running back across 2 lanes to make it out of the way. He gently laid the kitty on the grass a good 6 ft away from the road. I hope the people can tell someone showed their baby a last kindness.

I’m so relieved to finally be home today.


About Morning Knits

I believe in and practice positive living. I love YARN, music, bird watching, history, gemstones, and gardening. I am passionate about the Earth. I am a true homebody. I've said I was Pagan for years to separate myself from a churchy upbringing and judgmental family that left me outside of its bounds. I believe it's our responsibility to tend and protect the Earth. I basically do my thing in a quiet, amused way. I believe in the power of my own hands, the energy of combined prayer, and caring for the earth. I attend a Kingdom focused non denominational Christian Church. I have 6 kids, all home-born and successfully breastfed. The oldest 5 are grown. The youngest is attending Community College and living at home. I'm the oldest of 9, daughter of a missionary mother who lives in Kenya, married to the son of a preacher, with 4 spoiled dogs and and a rescued kitten. Right now, there is small balance after yrs of unemployment. My disability was approved due to degenerative discs, fibromyalgia, and obesity. That last is hard to say. I believe we owe it to ourselves to protect our mental health. It's precious and the one thing we can control. I dislike my own housework and I talk too much. I bought a house in North Carolina and after trying to get my husband here for 6 months, he had a stroke. I'm a two-time caregiver. Steve's got hemiparesis and depression and is learning to walk and trying to use his right side again. It's slow go.
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