Not really a secret, but I still feel guilty.
When I was driving home from appearing on court in West Virginia for a speeding ticket, I was driving through Staunton when a young grey cat bolted through someone's yard, ran alongside my car for a bit, then ran under me. I swerved, but I hit him anyway- in my rearview mirror he was writhing so badly that he flipped himself in the air a few times.

I love cats, very much, so it freaked me out. I slammed on the brakes, leaped out of my car and got there just as he was dying. I picked up his fuzzy little body and moved him to the sidewalk, then went back to the house he had bolted from- but no one was there.

As he didn't have a tag, I couldn't really be sure of where he came from- so I wrote an apologetic note and left it under him, and drove home feeling very sad.

If I knew whose pet he was, I would gladly stand before them and apologize and find them another kitten.
( The Resident Loon Not a demographic. Do not measure., Tue 4 Sep 2007, 23:31, Reply)