I was driving home late one night and I came across a beautiful white cat that had been killed by a car. It looked like it had just happened. It was after 2:00 am and I couldn’t bear to leave it there. I gently wrapped it in my jacket and took it to the house it was in front of. I laid it on the door step and rang the door bell and left.

It wasn’t until years later when I was telling my daughter that she mentioned that cats travel and that probably wasn’t even the right house. Can you imagine the home owner’s faces when they went to get the mail the next day and found a random dead cat on their doorstep wrapped in a jacket? They probably wondered what kind of sick individual does something like that. Goofy.