In 1970, I was living in New York City. I had gone to the grocery store after getting off the subway about 5 pm. I was walking home and started to step off the curb, when a White Cat with bright pink eyes came out of mid-air and knocked me backwards on my butt on the sidewalk. My groceries were everywhere. A man behind me saw the Cat and jumped to the side of me. I felt a burning sensation of claws on my left shoulder. Just then a taxi came at a high rate of speed, and hit the curb with it's right front tire and lost control in the street. Some of my can goods were run over in the street by the taxi. The man helped me up, and he helped me bag the remaining groceries. The White Cat had vanished. I checked my left shoulder, and there were no claw marks, and the pain was gone. I feel the Cat from nowhere saved my life from being killed by the taxi. I talked to my Rabbi. He said it was a message from G-d. That weekend, I went to the pet shop and bought a white kitten with green eyes. She was my good friend for 17 years.
~Anonymous
