Post #121163 by Tikiwahine on Fri, Oct 22, 2004 2:02 PM

dangergirl reminded me of my little 14 year old black cat Cleo, which reminded me of this:

When I was about 7 years old my cousin Tammy-Lou died in a car accident. She was driving to her sister's wedding with a broken ankle. We inherited her cat Fina(a main coon). Fina was the biggest, friendliest cat around, but she didn't get along with the neighbor's cats too well. She was always fighting outside our house, and she loved to sleep in the street...right in the middle of the road she'd lie on that warm pavement...cars would come by and honk at her. She'd give them one of those "Oh, you want me to move?" looks and roll around some more.

Anyhow, one night Fina was in a cat fight in the middle of the street(very common) when she was hit and killed by a car. We were of course devastated. About 5 years ago my Dad told me that the woman who hit her died a week later, apparently she was a friend of one of our neighbors.

Strange.