Last night, on his way to pick me up at the BART station, Jeff ran over a cat. He said that there was nothing he could have done to avoid hitting the cat. He didn't even see it before the car hit it, because it ran directly under the front tire as he passed by -- its path wasn't more than a half a foot in front of the wheel of car. It must have been spooked by something. Jeff said he was going about forty miles an hour. He had to look in the rear window to see what he had hit and the car behind him hit the cat, as well. The cat was white.
We're both pretty upset about the accident. It's good I wasn't in the car, because I would have cried. Jeff is hoping that it was a wild cat (it ran out of Golden Gate Park) and not someone's pet that will be missed.
I want to take a moment to express some wishes for the cat. White Kitty, we're sorry that you got run over. We hope your death was swift and painless. With any luck, your time on this world was decent and you're now in a place where you will never again know cold, hunger, an unclean cat box, or fleas.
Please take a moment to salute the passing of White Kitty.
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Jeff hates cats, doesn't he.
No, he likes cats. He just thinks they're all female.
He does hate Oscar (one very specific cat), which is maybe what you're thinking of? He doesn't hate him enough to run him over, though.
I swear, he was extremely upset by the whole thing.
I hope you guys didn't let it go to waste.
DAMN! TUrd beat me to my joke.
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