But dang do I feel like crap that I even had to do it.... We were packing down today to leave tomorrow for a gun show. I had gone home to get some laundry done before our trip. On the way back from the house to help my boyfriend pack up, I came across a cat that had been hit by the car. I just couldn't leave the poor thing there to be flattened. So I grabbed a box from our warehouse, walked down to poor kitty, and pulled it out of the road. I am glad that the thing was dead before I got there. It would have REALLY been miserable if it was still alive. I would've had no way to help it along. What really makes it hard was it looked like a kitty my family had. If I had the $$, I'm thinking I'd buy the animal control center from whoever's pretending to run it and ACTUALLY run it. We've got a lot of strays wandering around the streets. And seems like no one cares. And tonight some poor animal paid the price. R.I.P buddy.