Saturday a woman came to our door and asked if we had a cat with a yellow collar.
A young man was crouched down at the corner of our yard petting our dear Frida Nut-Nut.
He said a white truck hit her. She ran to our yard and collapsed.
And just like that our crazy, evil, curious, delightful kitty was gone.
We miss you, Frida Nut-Nut. Rest in peace.