I always go to work the same way everyday, like clockwork. I ALMOST never vary. This day I was coming up to my usual turn and, for some odd reason, kept going. I went a couple miles further west, then made my turn. I was coming up over a rise in the road when I spotted something in the middle of my lane. I immediately started to slow down with the intent of going around whatever it was, as I don't like to run over anything in the road, animal, vegetable, or mineral. As I got closer I could identify what it was.... a kitten...... and it was moving! I pulled off the road and got out to get a closer look. He was just cowering there in the middle of the road, crying his little head off. I scanned the area for his mother or siblings, but saw neither. His nose had a scrap on it, but that's all I could see as far as injuries. I picked him up (he fit in the palm of my hand) and put him in an empty box that I had in my service van, and turned around to go back home. I didn't want to believe that someone could have thrown him from a moving car, but I think that's what happened. When I got home I took him inside and yelled "Look what I found, Mama!". The wife took charge of him and I sped off to work.... the usual way. Later that night, after discussing the whole situation of my change in routine and the way I found him, we decided to call him "Chance". He joined our pride of pussycats in a few weeks and has been here ever since.

Bill and Judy Wood
Blanchard, MI