Bishi had a cat scare. Cinnabit had gotten out earlier and I was out calling for her. And then my sister pulled into the driveway. And there was a yowl.
We both just knew she had run over the cat
Fortunately that's not what happened, the cat is fine
But my heart sunk and my sister's screaming no no no no no and sobbing uncontrollably and I can't see the cat anywhere under the car. I'm feeling around the wheel wells for fur. I just could not find her. I didn't know what to do so I started screaming for mom. A scream that I tried to convey the cat might be dead and prepare for trauma.
But then Sissy spotted her on the porch. I scooped her up. Shes perfectly unharmed. I gave her to my sister. The cat is pissed off and struggling to get loose but we need the reassurance, damnit. (I have a scratch on both thighs and my hand 🙃 didn't realize until after I came in the house.)
My poor sister was still hyperventilating.
I don't fall apart until after I process the crisis so mostly I was just shakey. I'm so glad the worst didn't actually happen. My sister is still traumatized though
I'm thinking Cinnabit had popped out when I called her and the car pulling in right next to her must have startled her. I kept replaying the sound in my head like "was that a run over scream?" Ugh.
My sister accidentally killed one of the farms tomcats when we lived out there. One we liked. And there was that time her cat was poisoned and managed to wait until she got home before he died. And then there was the little boy who got hit by a car at the end of our street and bled out in her arms.
She really doesn't need another traumatizing death..