I’ve always had a healthy horror of cars and this tragedy only reinforces my contempt for people who zoom their cars down quiet suburban streets. It’s just not safe for a cat these days. Or for a dog.
Chester was a bold rooftop cat, a fearless explorer of backyard jungles, a savage hunter of small things scurrying in the grasses, a keen aircraft-spotter, a fierce and diligent house-guard. He was as game as Ned Kelly.
He’s at the Rainbow Bridge now. Vale, Chester.
The woman-who-feeds-Chester is understandably distressed and I send her a basket of purrs to help her keep calm in these awful circumstances.
I wrote about Chester before, his amazing life from barn cat to cozy couch. He really had a tale to tell!