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Originally Posted by Acey
Every time I see a dead cat on the road I spend the next 5 minutes thinking about what was going through the cat's mind just as it was about to die, and if that feral cat had other feral cats that would miss it or depended on it. Inevitably this summer I end up spending my entire drive to work thinking about cats because highway 3 has been an absolute graveyard as if they painted the lines with catnip or something.
Or the one time I was in the right lane of a busy six lane road and I nailed my brakes just in time to let a duck and 4 ducklings pass in front of my car, knowing they had no chance in hell of all making it across alive.
I'm not a hardcore animal lover or sympathizer or any of that. But I spend an absolutely unreasonable amount of time thinking about dead cats on highway 3.
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