Very sad news today, I'm afraid.
Our own family cat, the cat we chose at a rescue centre and the cat we all loved for so many years, Pussykins, died today.
She was run over by a works van going down our street, around 4.45pm.
A very kind lady stopped her car and gathered Pussykins up in her jacket and brought her to our house. One of the boys had, by pure chance, noticed our cat on the road and called out. I got to the front door just as the lady stood outside our gate with poor Pussykins.
She died as we stood there. It was a horrible moment and it sounds silly, but I really didn't know what to do.
Luckily Mrs H and the little one were out, so I had time to bury Pussykins and was able to break the news to them gently (you can imagine it was quite tearful).
Some will say "it's only a cat" and so she was, but she was our own family cat and we'll sure miss her purring and her miaows (they told us she was a "noisy cat" at the rescue home).
It is a sad, sad day in the Hurley household.