Man, after my mom and I came home Saturday night, I decided to go and sit in the DeVille and chill because I hadn't seen it in like 2 days. So I am walking down the street to the car then I see something lying in the street. I am thinking that it is a black sweater or something. I get closer and notice that it was a kitten. I was like AWW MAN!! It was hit by a car (not ours) and it was just in the middle of the street. Being the humanitarian that I am, I began feeling sorry for the lil kitten and I wanted to move it out the way before it was smashed. I was so mean to it when it was alive, because it would climb up into my car through the wheel part. I would yell GET AWAY FROM MY CAR YOU LIL PUNK! Then I would start the car up to scare it away. So I went in the house and was looking for something to move it with. I have some kind of necrophobia or something because I couldn't do it. So I walk to my house, and I hear a car coming. I am like oh no. I turned my head so I wouldn't see what happened, then all I heard was CRUNCH! Poor kitty was now a pancake with guts all over the place. It was sad because its kitty sisters and brothers we just standing around it crying and stuff. Now this morning I was leaving for school, and there was crows just eating it. I was like YOU BASTARDS!