So my mom just started the car and inadvertantly ground up one of 6 stray kitties. She was going to the grocery store.
This is the second time this has happened, the first time was when my brother was going somewhere and he snapped a kitty's back. I had the pleasure of seeing it's head right next to it's tail, and then hearing it meowl. And a few minutes later, after my dad got it out of the engine block, burying it. That was tons of fun.
This time, luckily, the animal died quick. I think. I went out and I saw a bloody hip bone three feet in front of the car, next to a furry, blood-covered leg.
On the bright side, it wasn't one of the cats that we had hand-raised, nor one that we had even named yet. It might actually be someone else's cat, for all we know.
As I type this mom's in the living room crying and dad just got home to pry this cat out. It, apparently got pretty mangled up, considering she had backed up about 5 feet.