I drove up the high overpass crossing from one behemoth Texas freeway to another. I usually love the ascent, as it’s the only time I have a mountain-like perspective in Texas, a land (at least where I live) of little topography. So we climbed.
In the corner of my periphery, I spied a black clump on the cement guardrail to my right. I slowed slightly, keeping an eye out for the car behind me.
In a split second the clump morphed into a frightened black and white kitten, mewing and frightened on the apex of the overpass. I cringed, then gasped….