The perils of sharing our roadways

In the early fall of last year, while driving home down the Bedford Highway, I saw something which I never quite forgot. The vehicles on the road ahead of me were merging into the opposite lane to avoid some obstacle ahead and I followed suit, not laying eyes on the tragic scene until I was nearly alongside. It was a cat, the lower half of its body crushed by the unforgiving treads of a fellow motorist, and it was alive, flailing and writhing with agony beyond my comprehension.