A Psychic Tale
Do you believe in psychic ability? I wasn't too sure but I think I may possess some.
Either that or an extremely weird coincidence that maybe someone is offering me a blue pill or a red pill or what.
Yesterday, I was pulling out of my driveway when I heard this sound from beneath my car..like 'MEW'.
At first I thought I just imagined it until five seconds later I hear "MEW".
My brain went into horror/shock. I stopped the car, got out and opened my engine hood, hands shaking horribly, expecting to find the mutilated carcass of some kitten who had unwittingly crawled up under my hood before I stepped on the gas pedal to go.
In my mind..I could see it, blood spattered everywhere..a cat half alive, trapped because I didn't know it was there... my heart was racing.. my eyes ready to tear up from the thought of some cat/kitten dead because of me.
NOTHING.
Nothing. I searched for fifteen minutes under the hood, in my trunk, pounding the floorboards of my car to see if perhaps the kitten had gotten stuck in the body of the car..
NOTHING.
Yes, I am relieved but all that emotion from the "THOUGHT" I had done something really messed me up the rest of the day. Even my boss, when I got to work was like "Are you okay? You look like..hell." And I felt like it too.
So that was yesterday.
Today I get up early and go into work. I was starting to slow down to make the turn onto the road to work and my windows were still slightly foggy on the edges.. my brain was turning over the conversation on the radio between Bob & Sherri as they discussed whether or not to be married if not for the fact of children..blah blah blah.
It happens.
Before I can slam on the brakes, out of the corner of my eye, I see this cat come RUNNING across the road. I hit those brakes but it's too late. The cat was too close and I was going TOO fast..
I know I hit the cat.. I know I hit it. It was a very pale yellow tabby cat. As soon as I could, I stopped the car and got out. I looked back. There was no cat in the road. None. It was walking across the parking lot of the shoe store on the highway. It looked like it was limping so I tried to get up close to it and when it saw me it took off running.
Either I didn't hit it..or else it was a 'glancing' blow. I still don't know which. My heart though..was pounding again, my hands were shaking and I lost it.. I broke down and cried. I couldn't help it. I don't know if that cat is alive or dead right now thanks to me. I really don't know but I look at my cat, and I feel guilty knowing that I hit it.
I am sooo sad thinking about this.
Either that or an extremely weird coincidence that maybe someone is offering me a blue pill or a red pill or what.
Yesterday, I was pulling out of my driveway when I heard this sound from beneath my car..like 'MEW'.
At first I thought I just imagined it until five seconds later I hear "MEW".
My brain went into horror/shock. I stopped the car, got out and opened my engine hood, hands shaking horribly, expecting to find the mutilated carcass of some kitten who had unwittingly crawled up under my hood before I stepped on the gas pedal to go.
In my mind..I could see it, blood spattered everywhere..a cat half alive, trapped because I didn't know it was there... my heart was racing.. my eyes ready to tear up from the thought of some cat/kitten dead because of me.
NOTHING.
Nothing. I searched for fifteen minutes under the hood, in my trunk, pounding the floorboards of my car to see if perhaps the kitten had gotten stuck in the body of the car..
NOTHING.
Yes, I am relieved but all that emotion from the "THOUGHT" I had done something really messed me up the rest of the day. Even my boss, when I got to work was like "Are you okay? You look like..hell." And I felt like it too.
So that was yesterday.
Today I get up early and go into work. I was starting to slow down to make the turn onto the road to work and my windows were still slightly foggy on the edges.. my brain was turning over the conversation on the radio between Bob & Sherri as they discussed whether or not to be married if not for the fact of children..blah blah blah.
It happens.
Before I can slam on the brakes, out of the corner of my eye, I see this cat come RUNNING across the road. I hit those brakes but it's too late. The cat was too close and I was going TOO fast..
I know I hit the cat.. I know I hit it. It was a very pale yellow tabby cat. As soon as I could, I stopped the car and got out. I looked back. There was no cat in the road. None. It was walking across the parking lot of the shoe store on the highway. It looked like it was limping so I tried to get up close to it and when it saw me it took off running.
Either I didn't hit it..or else it was a 'glancing' blow. I still don't know which. My heart though..was pounding again, my hands were shaking and I lost it.. I broke down and cried. I couldn't help it. I don't know if that cat is alive or dead right now thanks to me. I really don't know but I look at my cat, and I feel guilty knowing that I hit it.
I am sooo sad thinking about this.