Foundling Yesterday, on the way home from taking my son out for birthday sushi, I spotted a little black dot staggering right on the white painted line of the freeway.→[More:]

I was able to pull over about 100 feet past her, pulled my car as far right as possible, told my son to stay in the car no matter what and sprinted back. By the time I got within 10 feet, she had toddled into traffic so I started waving my arms like a madwoman at oncoming traffic while edging closer. I was afraid she'd see me and make a run for it but as it turns out she's so young she can barely focus beyond a foot or two.

Most cars slowed down. One jackass veered across from the middle lane and tried to run her over. He came so close that all her fur blew forward from the rush of the tire.

The car after that one slowed down, making a traffic break and I snatched her up and ran back to the car. By the time I got to my car, the guy who had made the traffic break had pulled over and we gave each other giant hugs.

As it happened, the very next exit was the one for our veterinarian's office so I swung by there in hopes someone might be working. The office was closed but one of the docs was there and gave her a quick look: no physical damage, eyes are clear and tracking, old enough to eat solids.

I was worried she might not make it through the night because she was refusing food and water but around midnight, I got her to lick some canned food off my fingers and she's been demanding food every 2 hours since. She's unbelievably small, less than a handful.

I fear I've turned into a crazy cat lady.