Close call

[desperance]

So there was just a knock on the door, and I went down to see, and there was no one on the doorstep any more but a taxi-man with his car. "Taxi?" he said. "No," I said, "thanks anyway." And while I was politely apologising for not being the person who'd phoned him, Barry slipped out between my legs and was away. Straight onto the road and under the wheels of the taxi. But the guy started his engine and that scared him, further out into the road; where he changed his mind, turned round and went back into the house. With me chasing vainly in his wake all the way.

Which is why I don't want to let him out. Stupid bloody cat...

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[bookzombie.livejournal.com]

We live on a small but fairly busy road (it's on the main bus route throught the town) and I dread the day I come home and find a cat in 'flat-packed kit' form in the middle of the road.

Snowy particularly scares me sometimes, like the time we got out of the car in the drive and she trotted across from the other side of the road...