He got hit by a car yesterday while I was in the shower. You see, I didn't even see him the whole day, and he was coming home to eat dinner when some psycho went too fast and didn't see him.
That was that.
I found out when one of our neighbors called and said that Dead Animal Care and Control came to pick up "an orange and white cat". All our neighbor saw was a little orange foot sticking out from under a towel.
We don't actually know if it's Tiggy, mainly because they'll contact us if there's a blue collar on the cat or not, but it's coincidental, I guess, we haven't seen him in two days.
He only turned one year old in March, maybe less. We got him a year ago when he was four months old. He was the most calm cat--he was so sweet. He never once hissed or growled--and everyone in our house misses him. If only I could have seen him one last time...