Yesterday afternoon, Mark and I decided to take just a little ride out in the country.
We drove along, enjoying the scenery, when Mark had to make a brief stop. I cannot even remember why he needed to stop, but he pulled into a gas station that was obviously closed. Of course, whenever the car comes to a stop, I always look around just to make sure I’m not missing anything to capture in a photo!
Sure enough, stretched out on a bench in front of the store was a very sleepy kitty! I got the camera out and snapped some photos. As I was lowering the camera, a very strange and scary thought came to my mind. That cat didn’t budge….not one inch….as I lowered the window to take the photos. Nor did the cat respond to my “meowing” and calling out “Here, Kitty, Kitty!”
I looked at Mark, suddenly feeling as though someone had slapped me in the face. Mark, did I just photograph a DEAD cat? Mark, reading my mind told me to watch the cat….slowly, we could see the ribs of the cat rising up with the inhaltion of air. Phew!