This Road

Monsieur

blonde hair, white cheeks.
she sits in the spa with snow falling around her. sally mcqueen turns the bubbles up and lounges back and then there-
look there- in the middle of the porch sits a blob. a blob, wow sally, very nice, your a sixth level intellectal, seventh if we're going for praise, and all you can say is that it is a blob? curious, sally leaned forward. she moved her head to so that it ran down the slants of her shoulders.
it wasnt a blob but an animal and than a cat. calico with black and orange fur and walking with a limp.
sally was out of the spa and kneeling down, with a bath robe swung over her shoulders before you could say, bitch, she'd beat doc hudson any day.
"baby," was all she said. (The cat who for the record should be named Monseuir with three watery eye emojis looked up at her as if it couldn't quite believe it was seeing a real life humanised car.)
"I love you okay. Lets get you out of the cold." Standing up, she huddled the kitten into her hands and walking over to the door at the back of the spa knocked on it twice. There she waited. The cold still bit into her and she let the kitten snuggle up against her chest, feeling the warmth of an angel.
It didn't take long, although if he was really going around with the name, 'Mr. Fabolous,' it should have taken much shorter, for the Fabolous Hudson Hornet to appear. He was already in his pyjamas which unsurprisingly involved a black shirt, the sleeves hacked off with a chainsaw, long black pants and- great god, was that a belt!
"Sal'" the rookie whispered and then stopped. His eyes caught upon the kitten and he could not look away. He stayed there unblinkingly for so long that Sal almost thought he was Dead. When he finally moved it was to turn, look up the long carpeted stars and say, "Sheriff! We got ourselves a baby."
From upstairs there was a clatter, like someone had fallen out of bed but idk though anyways, and the sound of a door opening, "I know." The Sheriff of Route 66 yelled, "We adopted Sal!"
Rookie: "Not her. Another one." And Sheriff was running down the stairs- Isn't it funny how his pyjamas looked so much more like something you could sleep in but- Great god!- was that a gun? who brings a gun to an encounter with a doli incampax specimen?
Sally placed a hand over the kittens eyes, just in case he was scared, but as soon as Sheriff saw the little black and orange ball of fluff the gun clattered to the floor.
"Well, aren't you a handsome fella?" Sheriff whispered, "Yes you are, you are."
The kitten looked up at this odd entanglement of road wreck and law enforcer and looked as though he was as smitten with them as they were with he.
"Mew," it responded.
Sally smiled even though it was cold there was pink in her cheeks, "we have to bring him inside. He's hurt him paw."
The rookie stepped aside, "come on in monseuir," he said to the cat, "and don't worry about your paw. I'm the fabolous Doc Hudson and I can fix almost anything."