So there was this super sweet cat hanging outside mom's house. Trilly meows, climbed right up on your chest and unfortunately followed you everywhere even to your car. Apparently my dad ran him over this morning, but didn't kill him, but he hobbled in to the bush so I need to go over at lunch to coax him out to be put to sleep. I had actually been hoping mom would take him in since Misty had passed and she'd gotten him fixed and we were giving him medicine and now...this. I know I need to stop getting so attached to cats, but goddamnit, at least it could have been spaced out. And you'd think we'd have built up more good karma by taking care of every one that comes along.