Cat-astrophe

Last night my cat, Rascal didn't come home. This morning Richard went out to get the newspaper and found him laying dead in the road in front of our house.

Rascal was the last surviving of Flower's kittens. Flower disappeared herself, from my daughter's house, a couple of months ago. She was a calico cat. Rascal was a tuxedo cat. He was bright and high-spirited and slept with the dog. He hated being inside, so we reluctantly let him go out. He was hard on the birds, but inconsolate if he was locked inside. He was talkative and extremely affectionate.

Rascal will be missed.

He is one in a long line of cats we have lost to Evergreen Road. Before it was extended over the freeway, this was a safe road to have pets on. Since the extension, it has become a drag route. Cars from other neighborhoods use this road as a back way around the busier main streets. They drive too fast. They drive like nobody lives here.

Richard wants to move. I have to say right at this moment, I pretty much agree. A quieter street would be nice.