About two weeks ago, I was driving home from badminton about 10 pm at night. There is a piece of open country road just before my street, and about 500 m from my street I was travelling behind two cars, when I thought one of them had hit something. There are no street lights here and I only caught the glimpse of something rolling around in the centre of the road, all tan arms and legs.
I reached my street and deliberated as to whether to go back and pick up the remains or a badly injured animal. For what ever reason I turned the car around and went back. Luckily there is not much traffic on that road at that time of night.
I parked at the roadside, and got out to find in the middle of the road a fairly unhappy, groggy cat.
A Saimese one. I picked it up and took it to a house nearby that had it's lights on, but they said try next door. All this time our new friend was complaining loudly, but seemed ok with me taking it along. Next door, a kind woman said it was not her cat, but she would lend me a cat box, so we put the cat in that and I took it home.
Once home, in the light, it showed a bit of blood around the right side of the head, but no other injuries. A night spent in the bathroom seemed to perk it up a bit, and so we took it to the local vet to get looked at.
There, the vet tried for a microchip and there was none. She looked up the lost cats page on the internet and had a hit, so we left it in the care of the vet, to arrange the giving back to the owners.
The next day, I came home, went to Weightwatchers (at the moment, just watching the weight pile on with Christmas goodies..), and while I was away, Rose had a knock at the door, which was a young boy, with his father, a large box of chocolates,and a card.
The card read:" Daisy went missing 8 days ago and we didn't think we would see her again.
We are very grateful that you stopped and saved her when she was hit by a car.
Daisy is a bit sore at the moment, but she is very happy to be home."
Which pretty much put me on cloud nine for about three days. Before the card, I had a feeling of quiet satisfaction. Then other thoughts crept in: what if she had been really badly hurt? Which makes me think: That was nice of the universe to arrange such a thing, as I am coming around to the idea that nothing happens by chance in this world, and it seems strange things do happen.
The strange part is that I give a man called Kim a lift home from badminton, and he gets dropped off by me in Mt Roskill. As we drove to Mt Roskill, he talked about his belief in reincarnation. I am not sure about reincarnation as it just seems a preposterous idea to me, but I do try to keep an open mind about all things.
He said: "Anyone who helps a sick animal, will gain karma". Apparently this mindset is all about doing things that revolve around becoming more enlightened with each life that you live, and the idea of karma is that it is like a score sheet, where good things add on and bad things take off. As I do not believe, I'm not concerned about the karma, but I take note of the coincidence of his comment so soon to the event that happened.