Like many men, going to an antique mall would've been hideous for David so I was pleased to be able to putter through it by myself. As I drove through the country roads with the sun roof down, the sun warm on my face and singing whatever was on the radio, I stopped suddenly at a "Free Kittens" sign in front of a farm driveway.
"It's your day off. Keep driving, Beth." My inner voice pleaded with me to continue on, but my "inner cat rescuer" put her foot on the brake and pulled into the farm. I could see the cats and kittens from inside my car. All feral - eyes dilated with fear and distrust. They disappeared into various corners around the house and barn.
I could've knocked on the door and asked more questions, offered my help to get the cats trapped and fixed. But I didn't. I probably have a list a mile long on my desk at home with people asking for help. Do I want to add another? I put the car in reverse and left, leaving the cats and kittens, along with a dust trail from my car behind me.
It only took me 1 hour to get through the 3-story antique mall. My heart wasn't in it any longer. I have to admit that the whole situation at the farm ruined my day. The guilt was heavy on my shoulders and my heart. Those little faces... I could still see them scampering away from me. What would become of them? Did they have any chance at all?
If I had known the area better, I would've found another way to the highway in order to avoid that farm and the "Free Kittens" sign. Oddly enough, I didn't see the sign or the farm again.
Sadly, I was relieved.