lament for white kitty

My first blog post details my painful, frequent and unexpected encounters with roadkill. Unfortunately a local kitty that I was really routing for has fallen victim. 

I first saw white kitty late at night, driving home from posting signs well into the small hours, (a contract of Frandz).

White kitty was a surprising sight; standing a little too close to the road. She* appeared like a vision, a spirit, suddenly flashing before our head lights, strikingly white in the thick, street-lightless pitch. She seemed young, spry, invincible. Her body was slender and pure white. In that moment, as she flashed before my eyes, she symbolized guardianship, protection in the dark, calm, confidence, comfort, fearlessness. 

Perhaps this ghostly sighting was foreshadowing?

Now white kitty lies motionless, still a little too close to traffic, in all her vibrant glory, glowing in the the sunlight. I am sad. Disappointed. And afraid her corpse will remain for a grotesquely long time. 

I knew white kitty had a late night habit of hanging out by the road, but I was really hoping this would not be her demise. Was I projecting? Hoping that I myself will never come to suffer for any bad or risky habit I might have? I'm still not sure. 

White kitty...sigh...I wish you were still with us. And not just physically. But creatively, vibrantly, fearlessly, like you were that very early morning. I know you would be keeping all the rats out of the barn and protecting the horses. 

RIP white kitty. Your spirit lives on in me. Not in a creepy way that will require an exorcism. But in a really cool way that will hopefully help me be less afraid of the dark. 

*I have decided she was female, I will not accept any challenges to this assumption. Asserting that she might have been male destroys all the Diana archeress of the night tie-ins. And guess what? I'm not going to check!