Friday, May 1, 2009
Another Mika Story
Last night a beat up pickup truck stopped at the end of the driveway in the middle of the road. I went out to check, and heard a woman calling me over. She sounded like she was in tears. In a broken voice she told me she thought she had just hit a cat. A gray cat. A little gray and white cat. It went running back up the driveway. My heart stopped and my world stood still. Not Mika! No, not my Mika! I thanked her for stopping, and said it wasn't her fault. In a shaky voice she kept saying "I'm so sorry! I'm so sorry! I have 5 cats, I'm so sorry!" I told her over and over again that it wasn't her fault -- but what I really wanted to do was to go find my Mika. The lady finally left and I ran in the house for my kids and flashlights. After searching for a while, we found her! She was skittish and kept running from us, but finally calmed down. Cradling her in my arms, I ran into the house, checking her carefully ... No broken bones ... no obvious bruises ... no bleeding ... just a tiny little scratch on her nose. She loved on me for over an hour. I loved on her for the same, and finally cried.
I wish I had a way to let the lady in the truck know Mika is okay. I hate to think of her crying. I hope she went home to her 5 cats and cradled them close, and let them love on her. I can never thank her enough for stopping, for caring. She is Mika's angel -- in an ugly truck -- with a heart of gold.