Brace yourselves party people.
Last week I killed a cat. The Honda Fit flattened the cat, and the tenacious tabby took out the Fit. That is, it broke a plastic piece beneath my bumper. Here is the story. I am driving along on Highway 20 just before Correctionville. I reach down for a delicious Dot (that is right the yummiriffic and delectable gumdrop), and POP... the cat got out of the hat and ran in front of my wheeling wheels. I could not swerve. I could not break. Oh so much at stake! (And I could not even enjoy my gumdrop.) There were cars every which way. I felt it. I felt death take this cats life, and I was the cause. I did the wrong thing and looked in my rear-view mirror, only to see the formerly fresh feline fly and its fur feather away...oh woah is the kitty whose life I stole. So my heart is saddened at this point. I even called my mom to find comfort. But sadness only claimed my heart for a moment until I realize that there is a black plastic piece dragging along the highway. This was also the moment I realized that if I am ever in a car accident, I am screwed. If a cat (granted it was pretty big) can take off a piece of the Fit, I am worried that the cat may not be the only flattened fool on the highway. Yikes that was morose and morbid...but true. I have decided that every time (from this point on) I get into the Fit, I will wear bubble wrap head to toe. I only hope that I don't get carried away popping the contained air. Safety first you know. Maybe I will also wear a helmet, but it has to afford me peripheral vision. And maybe some knee and shoulder pads. And if I have a guy friend riding in the car, I will keep a cup in the glove box. That way I can let everyone know I am always thinking of their safety. There will be no more death on mine or the Fit's watch!
Here's hoping for fastly fixing the Fit...
