She was a smallish, blue eyed young Siamese cat that would walk with me for a few yards along O’Brien Road during my morning health walk.
She was not aware that her owner had passed away and would not be back to care for her. My wife and I tried to adopt her but the differences between her and our resident that could not be resolved.
She would return to her vigil near the concrete culverts across the street where she had formerly lived.
She regularly hunted and killed gophers near the culverts. She will no longer greet me and walk a while as she is another casualty of the speeding vehicles along O’Brien Road between Commons and Crockett streets.
This stretch of road is seldom patrolled by local Police “that is a county road,” Sheriffs Officers “that is a city street,” or State Troopers “it is not a state maintained thoroughfare.”
As a result, the posted 35 mph speed limits are regularly ignored by travelers using O’Brien Road as a shortcut from Hwy. 202 to U.S.77 and avoid the traffic and traffic lights through town.
A result of this traffic is the careless throwing of fast food trash and cans discarded by the “beer for breakfast” crowd.
I can only assume that the cans, bottles and sacks would prove to any officer who stopped them that they are in violation of the “open container”statute at the least or DWI at the worst. I can offer no reason for the rest of the trash except laziness and irresponsibility.
To conclude this letter, I would like to add that I buried the little stray near where she would wait for me each morning. Another sad footnote to our rushed way of living, with disregard for all things in our way and the trash that we generate.