She was so sneaky, always hiding, then pouncing out to attach my feet. They left the door open. Her curiosity got the best of her or maybe she went after a snake. She didn't know the outside world. She was a house cat her entire life. She always had someone to care for her. It's interesting how animals grow accustom to the owner doing everything for them. If I didn't take care of her she would just go to the closest person in line. So truly unknowing. I guess that's why she didn't move when that car backed up into her. I found her lifeless body and as I picked her up she went limp.
RIP pussycat