It’ll All Be Alright

My Honey had school tonight.  I think he picked evening classes on Tuesday and Thursday because those are bath nights for the kiddies.  He claims not, but I know how heinous bath night is so if I had the opportunity to ditch out on them I would. 

This was the tale he told me of his drive home. 

He was driving down one of the main streets of town, right past the University.  Up ahead, he could see twinkling light that signaled cop cars ahead. 

“Oh crap,” he thought, “an accident.”  So he slowed with the rest of the traffic as they neared the accident, careful to watch for pedestrians milling about in the street.  There were two University Police cars blocking the middle lanes, their red and blue bulbs rotating and lighting the scene with carnival colors.  His truck must have been stopped right next to the policemen because he could see that they appeared to be in some distress and, then with dawning horror, he realized that there was a towel or blanket covering a lifeless form in the street.  He couldn’t move forward because the traffic had come to a complete stop.

He couldn’t take his eyes away from the nightmare that lay under that sheet.  His stomach roiled with the dreadful knowledge that someone’s life had changed; a whole family’s lives would change.  Then slowly, agonizingly, someone lifted the blanket and My Honey just couldn’t look away.  It was such a small figure under the drape and he dreaded what that could mean.

The drape lifted higher, inexorably revealing the dire results of the horrible, senseless tragedy……

to reveal…..

a dead cat.