We keep all but one of our babies inside. Yoda was an inside/outside cat when we lived on a culdesac and had very few neighbors/traffic. We tried keeping him inside once we moved here but he was absolutely miserable and began attacking the other cats so we made the hard decision to allow him to venture out. He is so happy when he is outside. I’ve watched Yoda stop at the end of the driveway and watch for cars to pass by before he would cross many times. He is so smart.
But today was different.
I saw Yoda playing in the grassy area across the street and then he began to walk towards to the woods. I called him from the foyer (looking out the screen door). He turned, and began the fastest run toward the house I’ve ever seen him do. He was about 50 yards away and in a sprint. About that time I heard a car coming from the left. The car appeared just as Yoda was feet away from reaching the road. I screamed knowing the timing would be the end of my Yoda. My heart was beating and panic took in as I ran out the door. But instead of finding my Yoda laying in the road, where by all calculations he should have been, he sat at the driveway, licking his paw and looking at me as if to wonder why in the world I was in such a panic. I don’t know why, but I am so thankful the Lord scooted his legs fast enough to beat that car. Between the car going so fast and Yoda darting out so fast there’s no way the car could have stopped in time. I will go through the rest of this day a little more thankful than I was an hour ago and will enjoy his sweet snuggling just a wee bit longer.