Awww, ChickChick, I'm sorry to hear about the cats. That sucks.
I had a guy who got run over as well. My BFs little brother showed up one morning with 8 little 3 week old pups, so off to the market I went to buy every store around out of milk. Nursed them up to 8 weeks old, then gave as many away as we could. Here the little puff balls are:
I already had one dog, then ended up keeping two out of that litter. Here's some more photos of them:
The white guy still basically looks the same, as he was full grown then. I called the other two Rocky and Boxer. I still have Boxer (the brown guy), but Rocky unfortunately met his demise a little too early.
Check him out.
What an absolute cutie, eh? Really, tough to find cuter than that, right? He unfortunately was totally fearless, and ended up getting run over. Not just once, but twice. First time didn't quite do him in, but second time definitely did.
Thankfully I now have a nice large yard, so my boys aren't allowed on the street any more, as they have more than enough room here to get all the exercise they need.