Wednesday, September 30, 2009
Unexpected back-seat driver
Yesterday, as we were coming home from picking kids up from school, I told Andrew to make sure he closed the door to the van then went into the house and didn't think anything more about it. A couple hours later I went out to jump in the van to go get pizza for dinner and lo and behold the van door was still open. I silently cursed the kids for once again not listening to me and closed the door. I hopped in the front seat started the car and was out the driveway and down the road. I had driven about a block when all of a sudden I hear a loud, eerie whine coming from directly behind me. I swear, I think I jumped about a foot, slammed on the breaks right in the middle of the road and jumped out of the car. I almost forgot to put it in "park". I flung the back door open and out shot a nasty, white cat. I think it was more in shock than I was because it took off down the road like it had been shot out of a cannon. If I had been quick enough I would have kicked it as it sailed past me just because I was so freaked out by having such an unexpected "guest" inside my car with me. It took the whole 3 blocks to the pizza place for my heart to slow back down to normal---all because of a stupid cat!