The saddest part of my Montana trip.

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I was at a Rest Area somewhere in Northern Utah at about 2 AM. After I visited the bathroom, I saw a kitty in front of the Visitor Center. The kitty meowed at me. I meowed back. The kitty meowed again and then went to the center of the parking lot and sat down. A car was approaching. I meowed angrily at the kitty four times, telling it to get the hell out of the road. The kitty came toward me and we continued to meow to each other. It zig zagged to within fifteen feet of me, and I thought, if this cat jumps into my truck, I'm taking it home. It did not. It just sat there meowing pathetically at me. Finally, I said, out loud and in English, I can't believe someone would abandon you here in the middle of nowhere. The kitty just said meow. I jumped into my truck and continued my drive home to California. There was nothing else I could do.