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 Cry Like a Rainstorm April 9, 2001 Submitted by Chris Hoskins, a reader from North Carolina. What's your best good story? One month ago, my cat passed away. She loved the rural area I live where she would chase butterflies and grasshoppers. One day she didn't come home. I looked for her, visited neighbors, walked the woods, and even got the neighboorhood kids to help. No sign. It was so unlike my spayed two-year-old, I finally had to assume she was dead. She wasn't particularly pretty or outstanding except that she was the most considerate, compassionate, and responsive animal I have ever had. She was beautiful inside and had a heart of gold. It still hurts my heart to think she is gone forever. She was my best friend and sometimes my only family. One week ago, I was on the down side of a five-hour-drive home from the beach. Tough, torrential rains and huge gusts were blowing my truck all over the road. At times, visibility was difficult. I thought about pulling over, but I was getting closer to the end of my long drive with each passing mile (and minute). On a busy two-lane highway, doing about 60, I saw a a tiny jumbled clump of "stuff" on the yellow line. As I passed it , it moved into the oncoming lane, and I realized it was a very young kitten which would soon be dead if I didnt get to it quickly. I turned the truck around and looked for it through my rain lashed windshield. A huge pickup was coming up behind me and slowed (thankfully) to let me accomplish my task as I pulled onto the soggy shoulder. The watterlogged kitten was just feet away and was so wet and cold, he couldn't even run fast. I pounced on him (as gently as I could) and ducked back out of the storm into the truck. He streamed water as I put him onto the warm floorboard where he crawled in between my luggage for cover. When I finally got pulled over into a safe area, I pulled him out and dried him off. The little thing shook all over! It couldn't have been over five weeks old. He still had his blue kitten eyes. I tried to concentrate on my task and hold them back, but the tears just streamed down my face, like the rain outside. I could feel the ache deep into my heart; he had the same markings as the cat I had just lost. I briefly considered putting him out someplace safe, but I tucked him into my shirt instead where he fell asleep after his shivering stopped. I did place him in a home that day, but they backed out on it later, and I still have him. I consider it a quirk of fate. A little kitten, found on April Fool's Day when it was raining "cats and dogs." Reincarnation? Perhaps not, but a blessing nonetheless. SHARE your best good story. |
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