It's a sad day in this household.

Our second cat, Talia, got hit by a car last night.

The lady was kind enough to come to the house and let us know. She said he went quick, so that's good.

I was very calm at first, trying to console her, since she was crying. But towards the end of the conversation, it started to sink in, and I too began to cry.

He had a good life though. Food, water, treats and loving whenever he wanted. Doormen at his service. A warm bed year round (but maninly in the winter). And the freedom to kill as many creatures as he could catch. And the naughtiness to go into our neighbors house and eat their cat's food, or have parties when they were gone.

Such a life!