Last week, while walking back home from a 4-mile walk, I almost witnessed a tragedy.
As I crossed the road, further up the street, I saw this very young white-and-ginger cat casually stroll across what is, frankly, a busy stretch of tarmac.
Naturally, I halted, willing the juvenile feline to turn back around to safety.
Then, to my horror, cresting the hill came a bright red double-decker bus carrying at least 50 people or more.
A 10-tonne killing machine to anything unfortunate enough to be in its path.
Unfortunately, on this bright, sunny afternoon…
There was.
As the bus hurtled down the road, the cat froze in the lane, its tail flicking and curling in ways that told me it knew it was in grave danger.
"Move." I gritted my teeth. "Bloody move!"
But it didn't.
It stayed frozen to the spot as if resigned to its fate.
And before anyone screams, "Do something!" there was nothing I could've done to help, as I was simply too far away. So I squeezed my eyes closed to avoid committing a gruesome vision to memory, and that's when I heard a loud…
BEEEEEEEEP!
The driver slammed the horn, which practically shook the hedges around me — and thank God it did.
It snapped the cat out of whatever death trance it was in and caused it to bolt straight back to the pavement to safety.
Let me tell you…
The exhale that came out of me could've been felt in Rio de Janeiro!
Safe to say that the cat lost one of its nine lives that day.
(One can only hope it learns to look left and right next time.)
And if you found this story toe-curling, you will find plenty more in my supernatural thriller duology, The Curse of Abbey Ruins.
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