As if that bothers me! :o) I might have posted this before on here, but one night on my way to work, I was driving down a narrow street of terraced houses when just ahead of me on the right, a front door flew open and a cat streaked out right under my wheels. Flat as a pancake. That didn't bother me in the slightest but I was upset for the children who had just seen their pet kitty turned into mincemeat by me. I was really apologetic to the parents and children, but there was no way I could avoid the cat, it shot out of the house so quick. I offered to buy them another cat/kitten and gave them my phone number but I never heard from them. Maybe they decided it wasn't worth it. Garbage happens. Cest la Vie.