Meow, or how a clogged drain saved my draincat's life.

I'll tell you about our recent road trip later. This drama happened after that.

We determined that the basement floor was covered in water because the drain was clogged. It couldn't possibly be the new one put in just seven years ago with modern plastic pipe that will last forever. NO! Cant be.
Was, however.
We live on a bluff overlooking a main arterial (and the lake), so the drainpipe runs down a steep weed covered slope. The weeds (ivy and laurel) hold the slope with their roots, so that's good.
The weeds get into the pipe and clog it, so that's bad.
SO...I had to walk down to the street to see if I could find the sewer main whereupon
I discovered our cat huddled in a bed of grass. When I picked him up, I noticed his face was all bloody and swollen up.
At the emergency vet's we determined that he had been hit by a car and that his palate was split but otherwise He was more or less O.K.
He now is recovering (we hope) from surgery, but is very lethargic and won't eat or drink.
So we wait and try to get the medicine in him.
You wonder about coincidences like this, is this a message from God or something?
Wouldn't it be better to e-mail me?