poor ickle puddy-cat

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Or, The restoration of my faith in human nature. Also known as, Oh, for silly's sake myLot, you lost another little post! A bus {not my bus} hit a cat this morning. When I heard the continuous beeping of the horn I glanced up and peripherally saw a black and white cat twitching in the middle of the road. The continuously beeping car stopped and a chap stepped out. That bus in front just hit that cat! he said to my bus driver. My bus driver just shrugged and mumbled a response along the lines of it not being the same bus company. The chap checked that the cat was being looked after and then popped back into his car, stopping behind the bus at the next stop and taking the details down. I was slightly disappointed as I was expecting fisticuffs. He'll complain to the company, but they won't be able to do anything. I suspect the driver didn't even realise; a bus is huge and a puddy-cat is teeny. So, why is this worthy of a post? The irate chap in the car was a young chavvish lad, one you'd expect to be racing his mates down the streets, not caring about buses hitting cats. On the one hand I feel shaken and sad. A family today will probably have to put their beloved cat to sleep. On the other hand I feel much love for this young chavvish lad who cared enough to stop, check and complain. As an aside, my understanding is that if you hit a dog in the UK you have to stop and deal with the situation. A cat isn't afforded this; you don't have to stop to assess the damage to the little mite. I do 'get' this. We allow our cats to roam freely and we know that this is a consequence of freedom, yet dogs should always be with their owners and never running into roads. As a cat-lover it does make me a tad sad that someone can knock down a family pet {or indeed, any animal} and is allowed to simply leave it there, in pain, to be squished by somebody else. Poor ickle puddy-cat.