Ok, this isn't my normal thing to post here.. but I saw it, and as a cat and dog owner I thought that it was pertinant to post. It's not written by me, but credit is at the bottom. Please be good to your cats, and pay heed to what the author says. Too many times have I had to use my brakes and stop for cats. Luckly I haven't hit one, but I have came really close. I don't even think that I have hit a squirell, but have almost gotten in a few accidents avoiding them.
"Plea to Cat Owners
To an Unknown Person:
I killed your cat on Sunday. I didn't mean to kill him. He darted out in front of my car, and there was nothing I could do. I suspect that I feel more guilty than you do--you who let him wander freely, wander so innocently near the road.
You may have told yourself that a cat needs to live a "natural cat" life. A cat is a wild creature, you probably said to yourself. A cat needs to hunt, to roam, to live an adventure. You wanted him to experience those things. You wanted him, apparently, to experience rain and cold.
You must feel it important that he experience the dangers posed by dogs, by other cats, by disease. By cars. You must for some unfathomable reason have been certain that he would never try to cross the road--or perhaps consider the road to be part of the adventure equation.
I'd have to come to your house to tell you how sorry I was. But I couldn't--he wore no collar, no identification tag. You probably felt that to put tags on him would have burdened him, hindered him, endangered him.
You must have assumed that he would always find his way home, that he would never wander so far as to be lost or injured. Or perhaps you just decided that you wouldn't want to know if something awful happened to him. That was how much you loved him.
"Well at least if he was hit by a car, he went quickly...," I can hear you saying. I ran back to where he lay in the traffic- twisted, still alive, raising his head as the cars whizzed over him, waiting helplessly for the next impact. I managed to get him--still alive--to a veterinarian. Your cat died frightened and horribly injured on my wife's coat on a grate over a stainless steel sink.
I sincerely wish that you had been in the room with us. I'm sure that you so loved your cat that you would have wanted to say that you were sorry. After all, this was the fate to which you consigned your cat when you let him wander.
I don't know who you are. I suspect that you easily persuade yourself that missing your cat is all right--that he just wandered too far, and has been taken in by some kind person. Perhaps he'll be home tomorrow or the next day.
No. Your cat died and it was a horrible and entirely avoidable death. I hope that you have no other cat. That you have no dog.
I suspect that, if you do, that other cat will roam as well. I suspect that your dog--unleashed of course--will (perhaps, you know, just ever so rarely) wander into the road. And if they aren't killed by some other hazard, someone like me will inadvertently hit them while driving by, and that dog or cat, like this cat, will die in someone else's arms.
And it will, of course, be the fault of that driver. Not your fault. Of course not your fault. Oh, how much you love the last one.
Written by Dane County Humane Society Board Member Dennis Anderson for THE CAPITOL TIMES Newspaper, Madison, Wisconsin
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"Experience has proved that some people indeed know everything." -- Russell Baker