CATastrophe

So I love cats and seem to have a lot of drama with them. I've rescued them, taken them to the vet when hit by a car (expensive!), witnessed my neighbors's cat get hit by a car with my car full of little girls. And then again last night....I must be a bad luck charm. I took the girls and the dog for a walk last night. We have a main street the intersects our subdivision. We crossed that on our walk, there is a park on the other side. I noticed Marge, our neighbors cat that thinks she lives at my house, the SISTER of the cat we saw get hit by a car, trying to follow us. I chased her and hissed at her so she would go home. I'm so nice. We went on our merry way, the girls played at the park and it was getting dark so we headed home. My girls were on their scooters so they got ahead of me. They were at the main road waiting for me when I hear BLOODY MURDER screaming coming from both of them and I knew what had happened. Poor Marge had been waiting for us and when she saw the girls she ran to meet them. Granted, the truck tried to miss her. Granted, the truck was exceeding the 25 MPH. Poor Marge got nicked, rolled into the gutter and luckily took off running. I took that as a good sign. I was standing there trying to comfort my kids, and I was literally melting from the heat and adrenaline. Where you think your skin may just give up and slide off. We headed home, looking in bushes for Marge. Couldn't find her anywhere. Turns out she hopped our fence and came in through our dog door and was waiting for us. She has a scrape on her ankle and a slight limp. I'm so grateful my kids didn't see her get smeared all over the street. Too bad we can't teach intelligence to our cats.