A grissly scene 10 years ago.
My 3yo Persion gets out of the house. Wife and I spend hours calling him to come back in. Darkness falls. We hear screaching tires and think oh ****. We run out to find a teenage girl in a car crying. She helps us find him under our hedge. We take him to the animal hospital. He is still alive today with titanium pins in both hips.
1. The hospital vet blamed us for letting him out.
2. The girl appologised for running him over.
3. We are stupid ****s for having cats.
Who is to blame for this?