so, derek and i decided to order food from marie's last night, a little pizza place just up the hill. We go out, milkshakes is on the sidewalk, I say hello to him as I usually do when our paths cross outside, and continue on our way as we're just going to get food. We get to the top of the hill and cross the road, mind you this is a main road, and I hear a jingling, turn around, sure enough, milkshakes followed. How i didn't see this coming, I don't know. But he would've had to cross two very busy roads, and by now, I'm exceptionally worried, so i tell derek to get the food and I'll just take the cat home. I pick him up a truck goes by, he panics, so obviously, just carrying him home isn't going to work, so I set him down and start walking home, coaxing him into following me atleast until we get to a point where we can cross again.
We get to the corner where it branches off into a side road, and at the same time, an older gentleman rounds the corner. Milkshakes panics, and takes off across the street while there are cars coming down. I panicked, because he was two inched away from getting hit, quite literally. I'm vaguely aware of myself screaming, and the gentleman begins apologizing. Of course, I tell him it's fine, my cat's safe and hiding under a car on the other side, that it wasn't his fault and all that. So I cross the road, get my cat, and take the back roads home, just now realizing how embarrassing that was for me.
He brought me a mouse this morning, as his means of apology, I think...I was none too happy in cleaning it off the porch though.
A side note, Derek and I got a new rat again.
Ribbon's been sick, she's got her ratty leukemia and isn't going to last much longer. The vet said we had two options, first to start the long and painful $500 surgery that may turn into a series of more expensive surgeries. Or, to just make her as comfortable as possible for the next few months and then if it gets to be too much, humane euthanization. We opted for the second option, partially because our budget probably couldn't handle so many surgeries that wouldn't be guaranteed, but because it's also not guaranteed. There's no telling whether or not she'll get better or just get worse afterwards, and I really couldn't handle seeing her get worse.
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RYC: Thank you so much for your comment, that really helped me. I really appreciate some one I hardly know giving me good advice, thanks again. 
Thanks!
And she's really nice and prompt! 