{ shannon wrote:So, how is everyone and their cats going?
I have a four day weekend, Friday to Monday, and I was hoping to spend it with one of my cats, Angel, since I don't spend too much time with her these days.
But I found out that this morning at around 8:40, she had been hit by a car and killed </3
I mean, I've had cats die on me - three and all were kittens. Two were still born kittens and one snapped her neck somehow (she was a weak kitten), and they were Angel's kittens, but I wasn't as upset as I am now.
It was my sister who told me, and when she did I thought she was lying at first, since she likes to do that, but her tone of voice told me she wasn't, she was nearly in tears and she never liked Angel at all. After that I realised she wasn't lying and thats when I broke down.
She said that someone who lived across the street from us told her a cat had bee hit, and had shown her the cats body - my sister said that as soon as she saw it she knew it was Angel, since she's the only calico on our street (Excluding a dilute calico that lives on our street too, the cat hardly leaves her garden.)
The person who told my sister then got their dad to get a plastic bag and put her in it, for later so we can bury her. None of my parents were home at the time, and my sister can't bare seeing dead bodies.
I wanted to go out and see her, because I thought it was only a dream, or maybe a different cat because I desperately didn't want it to be her, but my sister wouldn't let me.
I've been crying for almost 7 hours - sometimes I calm down for about five minutes, but then I burst into tears again because I keep thinking of her.
Angel was my first cat - I remember the moment when my sisters friend rang us four years ago and asked if we wanted kittens, because she had found a litter of five stray kittens. Me and my sister both got one. My sister got a black and white kitten, a male, and mine was said to be white and brown, and the only female.
They arrived on my sisters birthday, April the 18th. My sisters friend came to the door with a cat carrier - at the front and wanting to get out was a black and white kitten, his eyes starting to turn yellow. Shying at the back, scared out of her mind, was a small white kitten with orange and black patches, her eyes starting to turn amber gold.
I gained her trust, and soon Angel was a outgoing kitten - much more outgoing then her lazy brother. She'd attack your feet playfully and swat at your hair if it was long enough and you tempted her with it. At night she'd climb up onto the bed and curl up on your neck, while Ninja, her brother, would curl himself around your head.
After the first year, Angel had kittens - two black and white kits, a male and female who were named Mufasa and Nala.
A few months after, she had three more, all black and white with unique markings. Two females and a male. We called the male Patches, as he looked white with black patches. One of the females were named Streak - she looked like a tuxedo cat, and had a streak of white above her nose. Then the last one was Midnight, a small black kitten with a white muzzle. Her neck broke a few weeks later.
After Midnight had died, Ninja had gone missing, and Angel was distressed and upset.
The next year, she had two more litters of kittens, both had four in them. The first has two ginger and white tabbies, one brown and white tabby, and one calico, like her. Sadly, one of the ginger and white tabbies, and the calico, were still born. My mum wouldn't let me try and help them breath (which I have seen still-born animals come back to life, you just have to help them). The brown and white tabby, who was a female, was named Kiara. The other kitten, who was a male, was named Simba.
The second had two ginger and white tabbies, and two black and white kittens. They were called Pink-eye, Ginger, Little and Pepsi. Three she-cats and a tom (Pink-eye being the tom).
After that, she then had four more kittens. All black and white. Their names were Rafiki, Sarabi, Kovu and Dash, three toms and a she-cat. Every time she was pregnant, and was kept inside, she would not leave my side, and would basically cry every time I went to school or went out, and all of her kittens were born when I was around, no matter what. After that, we got her spayed, so she couldn't have anymore kittens. She became calm and just liked to laze around outside in the warm weather.
So she lived calmly, only getting angry whenever we took stray cats in and re-homed them. I never thought she'd be a cat to die at this age. And I know her - she's a smart cat, and knows to move out of the way when a car is coming.
But people around here will see a cat on the road, and instead of slowing down, they will put their foot flat down on the pedal and kill the cat.
I just wish it hadn't of happened to my cat </3
I loved her so much - I've had a dog for 12 years, and despite only having around for 4 or 5 she was easily my favourite pet, she always likes to cuddle and for me to pat her - and we'd always rub our heads together. Every day after school she'd be sitting on my dads car, waiting for me to get home and she'd greet me immediately. She'd be waiting every day for me, but now she wont be there anymore.
My family know how much I loved her, and they keep asking me if I'm alright or if I need anything, and I tell them I am when I'm really not. Angel was basically my best friend - She cheered me up when I was sad and was thee when I just needed something fluffy to cuddle with. She listened to me when no one else would.
I just hate some people these days, purposely running over a cat that was a loved pet.
I am so sorry for your loss. If you show me a picture of her, I can try to draw a picture of her.
lol). I don't want to freak him out on his first day at my house by attacking him with a hairbrush, so when would be the best time? He already seems to be adjusting well, and I literally just brought him here an hour ago so keep that in mind. 
