Damn, as I was coming home from practice I saw a cat that had been run over lying on the road. It looked just like mine, so when I went home I searched frantically for my lil nigga but he was nowhere to be found. Came back with a flashlight, sure enough it was him. Picked up his bloody body and put it in a trash bag, carried it all the way home with blood all over me. Nothing sucks more than carrying your own dead cat through a busy street. And I feel even worse for my lil brother, who is 14 and really takes that shit to heart.
RIP lil man, you were a real ass cat