The Catalyst

Brakes screeched, the dog yelped, the woman screamed and the driver swore.

As he leapt out of the car, prepared to wring her neck for letting her stupid mutt dash out like that, he was almost incandescent. But he saw at once that she was already so overcome there was no point in piling obscenities onto her. The dog was shivering and trembling, but there didn’t seem to be any blood. He took a deep breath.

“Shall I run you to the vet’s with him?” he suggested, with an apparent calm mastery of the situation he didn’t feel. “It’s the least I can do, under the circumstances.”

She blinked and swallowed hard, and he saw the tears welling up. She nodded. “Please.”.

An hour later, with the welcome news that the dog had only superficial injuries, they stood outside the vet’s office again. “Let me take you home,” he offered, “I don’t think either of you is really fit to walk any distance. Where do you live?”

She hesitated, then told him. It was indeed a couple of miles and the dog was still limping.

He seemed a decent chap in spite of the amazing string of epithets he had flung at her at the scene of the accident, and she felt he certainly owed her some kind of recompense for the distress he had caused.

On arrival at her house, he picked up the dog and carried him to the door. It seemed churlish to simply say thank you and goodbye so she invited him in for a cup of tea. As they chatted, they found they had much in common and it was a couple of hours before he left her cosy home, not forgetting to ask for her phone number so that he could check on the dog’s progress.

Six months later, they were married. The dog, of course, was also present, since he had been the unwitting cause of their acquaintance, wearing a large white bow on his collar. Both bride and groom bore scars from previous unsuccessful relationships, but they agreed that Providence had brought them together and as time was no longer on their side, they might as well make an effort to follow the path that Destiny was laying so clearly before them.

Their daily walks with the dog took them past the scene of their first meeting, and the route became a blessed pilgrimage trail for them. One particular house located right next to the place of their accident drew their attention.

“That would be my dream home,” she said one day as they strolled past the garden gates, peeking inside. “Isn’t it just perfect?” He acknowledged that it was indeed a beautiful place and very desirable residence, and they continued their walk. About two weeks later, as they approached their sacred spot, they noticed a For Sale sign outside the dream house. What if …?

When the owners heard their serendipitous story, they felt they had no choice: this was obviously a scenario being written by a divine hand, and the sale went through without a hitch. A year to the day of their first meeting, they moved into the house overlooking that momentous place.

On the other side of the road, stationed at her post in the garden of the house opposite, the cat watched with interest. She didn’t show herself until the woman let the dog off the leash. Then she ducked under her garden gate and sauntered provocatively along the grass verge. The dog dived straight through a gap in the hedge, rushing full pelt at his feline target.

Brakes screeched, the dog yelped, the woman screamed and the driver swore. The cat purred.

 

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