I've been kind of upset all day. There was this black cat in the neighborhood. He'd be out all day, and go home at night. I saw him all the time. I took a couple of pictures of him. I saw him yesterday sitting across the driveway. I came out of my room and I said, "Hey, Ethan" and waved to him. Then later I saw him again and was like, "What up, Ethan?" And then a little later he saw a lizard or a mouse or something and went after it. This morning he was killed; I guess he was hit by a car.