I came home yesterday and found Inka, my newest, youngest baby cat dead. Apparently hit by a car. She was still a kitten, a young teenager in cat years. She was feral and just starting to let me pet her. She would have been a great cat. It’s hard to find a cat who’s accepted by the other cats and gets along well enough with the dogs
Inka had a bad rear foot. It was curled and she walked (limped) with the top of her foot on the ground.
All my cats love to lay in the middle of the warm road. I have always feared coming home to find one run over. I wish they’d all just stay inside the fenced yard all the time.