Or at least, there were.
At about 11:30 last night, the black one was hit and killed by a car as it was trying to cross the northbound lanes of Shafston Ave.
I was sitting in the living room reading when I hear a screech and a thud out on the road. I looked out the window, and saw a car pulled up on the other side of the road, and the cat who looked like he was chasing butterflies in the middle of the road.
Unfortunately, it was actually the cat in it's death throes. By the time the driver got out of his car to check, the poor cat was already gone.
The driver actually drove off, went under the bridge, and came back to park on the side street outside my place (so he was slightly more legally parked) so he could check on the cat properly. All he could do was drag the cat off the road and on to the traffic island instead.
Poor fellow. Somewhere in this world, I hope that cat has just been reborn and is a tiny, clueless kitten, wondering what the hell is going on.
Hugs, cause I need them.