Great beast stories. Other than poor Tesla of course.
Well, Tesla cat was one of those tuxedo cats, had finger cots on his toes, spats, white chin, and striking white whiskers coming out of black fur on his cheeks.
And these almond shaped yellowy eyes.
He loved being scritched and combed, but he didn't like being picked up.
He apparently ran across the street and someone either aimed at himn, sped up, or didn't see him.
We took that kinda hard because we'd gotten him to actually come indoors for a few seconds.
(He sat politely in the kitchen for a few minutes warming his toes and mewed politely before stretching and going back outside.)
Thank you.
I shall miss all of my "passed on" kitties.