In the summer of 2021, a long-haul truck driver making a regular route through a stretch of farmland in central Missouri noticed something on the gravel shoulder that he’d never seen before.
A ginger cat, sitting completely still, facing the road, watching traffic pass. He didn’t think much of it. Six days later, same route, same mile marker, same cat. Same position. Sitting upright on the gravel, facing the road, not moving. He mentioned it to another driver at a fuel stop. That driver had seen the…