In about 1981 I was driving to my home on the outskirts of the tiny town of Sisters, Oregon in my '65 Toyota Landcruiser wagon at about 2AM when a cat ran out from the side of the road and I heard a thump, so I pulled over to the side of the road and there was this cat with his head pretty much smashed-in and he was flopping around in the road and he had this little bell around his neck that was merrily tinkling away as he was dying- it was pretty macabre actually. Eventually, I picked up his lifeless body and got it off the road and set it in the weeds and said a little prayer, which is weird because I'm not a bible-believer but I wanted to show some sort of reverance given the occasion