Stop! Just stop! The voice in my head was shouting whilst I walked silently towards the speeding traffic with my hand up. There was no fear, only adrenaline. Thankfully they did stop.
Two minutes before I'd been driving home along State Highway 2, happily reviewing my glorious weekend in Napier, when a grey ball of fluff rolled out from under the car in front. Hit and run of a kitten. Does hit and run matter if the victim's not human? It certainly mattered to the kitten.
I pulled over and as I got out of my car, another motor monster headed straight for her and wham. Her tiny body rolled. Surely she's dead I thought. Please, let her be dead. Nothing can survive this. But no, a small head lifted, which was when my Cat Woman craziness got into full throttle.
Ray, a good country bloke stopped his truck. Together, we somehow got her off the road without being run over ourselves. And here was this remarkable little miracle cat that was so alive and staring at me with big, trusting eyes. She nestled in. I swear I can't tell the difference between the pleading of this animal and the pleading of a human in pain. Can you?
Within 30 minutes Miss Miracle was being checked over by Mary at the Waipukurau vet clinic, snuggled in a soft blanket, room service on hand and pain relief on board. We don't know yet if she has internal injuries that may claim her life or if there is a family out looking for her right now. But for now she's safe.
Miss Miracle, a sentient being in trouble, demanded compassionate action of me today and fortunately I was able to act. It was irrelevant that she is a cat and not a human, but I realised in those moments facing oncoming traffic that not everyone thinks like that.
Exploring spirituality one word at a time.