One of the neighborhood cats was killed by a car this evening. It was a black shorthair that lived on the next block over. I saw him almost every day on the way to the Red Cup. In fact, I saw him this afternoon, galloping across the street. I don't know most of my neighbors, but I feel like I know their cats.
I'm a little upset by it.
1 comment:
Poor little kitty. It's always so hard to lose them.
Lark
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