I and my gentleman cat, found that the quiet country roads are the worst, because although we'd lived by main roads for years, no problem.. i think he had a false sense of security in the middle of nowhere, he was forever sat by the bank along the road trying to catch little creatures, he just wouldn't listen.
There's maybe 10 cars a day, but when they come they go the full 60 mph.. plus in the summer the tractors' seem to be driven by boy racers, who see animals merely in terms of £££s.
Oh Ouch Pinot, Kitty claws are sharp as little needles, no tights or bare legs for you for a while!.. well worth it though 