My dear friend called this morning hysterical. She'd hit a kitty on her way to work and needed some help. I called the humane society and arranged for them to come get the cat as it was still alive. Then I drove out to meet my friend so she wouldn't have to wait alone. She was so upset- an animal lover whose own cat had been killed by a neighbor's dog.
Anyway, the shelter van picked up the cat but said it didn't look good.
Gorgeous cat, white with a gray tophat and a tiger striped tail. Looked healthy but no collar. No way to tell if it was a stray or not. We didn't get too close to the animal- didn't think that would be safe. But the humane society gal said it appeared to have broken hind legs and some bleeding at the mouth.
I assume they will put the kitty down, but they have a clinic at the shelter, at least.
I called my own vet who said we'd done the right thing. And I tried to calm her and tell her that it wasn't her fault. The cat just darted- that's what they do. But of course she feels just awful.

It's still so sad.