Today my 10 month kitten was hit by a car, and died from the trauma. She was dead when we found her, but still warm.
Her name was Macarena (All of my cats are named for dances) and her nickname was simply 'Rena'. She was bipolar. (No joke) She'd be purring some days, and ripping up my arm the next. And we always joked and called her "Devil Cat" and evil. But she wasn't. She was also a good cat. She'd come running up and hop up onto my lap. She'd frolic and and play with dandelions, and she had a meow that was more chirp, like a little bird. She'd run from shadows, attack imaginary friends, and chase the mail man into his truck (he humoured her, he loved her.)
I don't have many pictures on this computer, but the only one I have of her that's not blurry is with me last summer, so... lol. I don't look great, but I look way worse now.

I'm doing better, Dapples has been keeping me distracted. Not trying to steal Oliver Gun's thunder love, he's fantastic. XD