Oops.

Saturday evening I took Kazoo for a walk because that is my cats' favorite time of day. I have the only cats in the world that won't go outside when it's sunny. My dad was like, hey, just like you! Thanks Dad. Anyway, so I've been wandering around the neighborhood in the evenings, just in case I happen by the perfect spot. I didn't take my phone because I was wearing gym pants with no pockets. When I got back to the house I had a missed call on my cell phone from the 502 area code. I assumed it was some member of my family, as my parents were up in Louisville with my grandparents that day. It turned out to be a girl who lived a street over who saw a cat matching that description. She said she would go outside and see if she could find it again and told me to meet her over there. I hopped in Shannon's car because it was parked behind mine and the girl said the cat was like four blocks away, so the car seemed more expedient. It turned out not to be my cat, but the girl said she would keep an eye out. Then I figured out that she was my cousin's roommate. She lives a block and a half away(I knew she lived on that street, I just didn't know which part of it.). So that was random. And then I broke Shannon's car. I was trying to do a turnabout so I could turn the car back towards my house when it suddenly decided not to go. It wouldn't go forward or backwards and was making this awful grinding noise and it was mid-turnabout, so I was in the middle of the road. I got out and walked around the car and couldn't see anything that seemed to be a cause of that, but for several minutes I sat in the middle of the road because it really would not go anywhere. I put it in neutral and let it roll until the wheels were straight and then put in drive and it went, although it was still making a weird grinding noise. It scared the crap out of me! I called Shannon and told her and she said it wasn't my fault, but I feel really bad. And it wasn't even my cat!