We stopped for gas and I never noticed someone open the door on the other side. A quarter mile away I became aware that kitten was missing. To her credit, my mother turned the car right around and headed back to the station. He was lying in the road, alive and breathing, and no blood anywhere, but obviously injured. I gently scooped him up and held him in my arms, his liquid eyes gazing directly into mine. For the first time my mother drove straight to a veterinary clinic and we all crowded around the examining table. The doctor told us the kitten had been injured but would possibly live with a few weeks care at his clinic, an expense I’m not sure my family was ready to meet. Even so my mother gave permission for the cat to be treated and the doctor outlined some of the procedures he would undertake.