Christmas night, we were leaving West Point for New Kent, and stopped in the empty Hardee's parking lot to look at a Christmas present, and my husband had to point out that a cat, bigger than a kitten but smaller than a full grown cat, was nosing around the parking lot perimeter. He was a solid, dark color. I was scared to get out of the car and approach it because it was too close to the highway and might run in the wrong direction. So off he went to his own fate, and I felt bad for many miles about what would become of that cat...
....until we hit a possum. Then I got to feel really bad about that.
