Driving Home…

So I’m driving in the rain. Radiohead is playing. Cars are zipping past me. A creature, with something limp and pink in its mouth, rushes in front of my car, decides that it’s probably a bad place to be, and darts back towards the left of the road, from which it came, dropping the limp thing from its mouth.

This creature was one of two things:

1. A cougar, or other non-cat feline, with either a baby cougar, or other non-cat feline, or dead prey in it’s mouth.
2. A dog with either a puppy or dead prey in it’s mouth.

I certainly hope the limp thing wasn’t alive, because after the torrent of cars on my tail drove past the area on which it was dropped, I don’t think it would be any longer.