Since we're swapping dead cat stories, I've got one. When I was two, my parents bought me a cat. I forget what kind he was, but since I was only two I named him "Pretty"

. He was more of an outdoorsy cat and ran into the street alot. He got hit by a car not only one, not two, not three, but four separate occasions. After the fourth, he was finally put down, but until then he had several leg braces to help heal his broken bones. He was still able to get hit by cars, though. It was funny when he ran because the braces clinked together and it sounded like someone jingling change

. Anyway, I wasn't that attached to the cat because whenever I tried to pet him, he got very hissy. I was pretty upset when the vet told me that he had to put Pretty (

Oh God, I still can't believe I called him that

) to sleep, but now I joke about it. Moral of the story, the death of the cat can be sad in the beginning, but it can give you a story!
