"Would you risk your life and run across the path of an oncoming car to save your cat's life?"

I did last year. It was cold outside and it was late in the evening. The sun was almost gone and for some reason I went and looked out the front door. I saw this kitty laying in the rode soaking up heat from the pavement left by the afternoon sun. I was standing there thinking that this cat is going to get hit if it doesn't move. Out of the corner of my eye I see a car backing out of the driveway three houses down. This lady flies down our road. We live on a deadend and like I said she is only three houses away but hubby and I are always talking about how she seems to get from 0 to 50 before she even reaches our house. I knew she would not stop for the cat. I didn't stop and think but flew out the door barefoot in the freezing cold. I could hear her car gearing up as I was running down the sidewalk. I jumped right into the middle of the street and put my hand straight out like I was some kind of traffic cop. She slammed on the brakes (finally!) and I got the cat to move. She rolled her window down and was fanning herself saying "Oh my God I almost didn't see you!" If she didn't see a crazy woman running down the sidwalk and jumping barefoot into the middle of the street then she darn sure wouldn't have seen the poor cat! I don't even remember who the cat was and it wasn't mine!
I thought about it later and wondered if I had been stupid. I did feel rather proud of myself but wondered at the time if that was because I didn't get splattered all over the road.
Would I do it a again? YES! I guess I will keep on doing it until the outcome is different and then I won't be able to anymore. I'm sure my tombstone would read something like "We knew her death would have something to do with a cat!"