Jack is on time for a change – but with sad news – –

We have a number of ‘neighborhood cats’ that have no fixed abode but know they can always find food outside our front door. There are about four or five of them, and they consider yards on both sides of our street as their domain.

That is obviously a problem on a fairly busy street – –

You may have guessed by now – –

A small white and grey kitten showed up a couple of years ago and joined the gang. I christened him 50% because he was half white and half grey. That quickly shortened to 50 Cents and Wendy thought that was appropriate as he seemed to be missing a few brain cells (not the full shilling as I’d say in Scotland)!

He was a regular at our front door and we were eventually able to trap him and get him neutered so there wouldn’t be any 25 Cents. The only picture we have is of him as a kitten in the trap!

On Sunday evening there was knock on our front door which is unusual as most of our friends know to just come in. I went to investigate and a young man with a backpack was there. I recognized him as one of a number of folk who walk past our house regularly and who live in nearby rental apartments.

He explained that he’d just seen a cat get hit by a car in the street outside our house. The car didn’t stop and he went and checked the cat but it was dead. He lifted it off the street onto the sidewalk then came to see if it was ours. What a contrast between the driver who didn’t stop and the young man who could have kept walking but didn’t.

I double checked and, yes, it was 50 Cents and he was dead but it looked as if it must have been instantaneous – a relief at least.

It may seem strange for me to be grieving for the death of a stray cat but I know them all and they have distinct personalities. I did name him as well, so there’s that too!

God bless that thoughtful young man – – –