Yesterday, our neighbor who's a bit whacky was banging on our door, and in her arms was this beautiful orange cat. She saw it in the road, it had been hit and it was dying. It's back was clearly broken, but there wasn't an ounce of blood. Me and my mom watched it die right in front of us. I buried it this morning.

We've seen this cat around, and it was clearly well fed, so it breaks my heart to know this was someone's cat. Even weirder yet, our neighbor came to us almost exactly 1 hour after I had just buried my nana's cat which died that morning also.

R.I.P., go hug your cat today.