I almost killed one of my cats last night, not purposely of course. Headed back to get to bed I stopped for a second not knowing that ‘Gandy’, short for ‘Gandalf’, crawled under my power chair (which weighs a couple hundred pounds) from behind and positioned himself precariously in front of my wheel. I started forward and all hell broke loose. Gandy cried and screamed I panicked and just went forward over the bump which was the cat. He flew out of the room with my wife chasing after. When I turned around the only thing I could see was a large clump of orange fur laying on the carpet. Everyone woke up in the house from all the mayhem that ensued. Once they checked out his little leg and he stopped limping we went to bed. All the while thinking how I could have crushed him in some really horrible way.